A dimly lit room cast an eerie glow, with shadows dancing against the walls. The air was thick with tension, as a man sat on a luxurious leather sofa, a tumbler of whiskey in his hand. The large screen in front of him flickered to life, playing a chilling video.

On the screen, a group of six men sat trembling, their faces pale and drenched with fear. Opposite them sat a figure cloaked in black—Mr. X. His presence exuded a deadly calm, his every move calculated. The interrogation was brief, brutal, and merciless. Mr. X’s deep, gravelly voice commanded answers, his piercing eyes slicing through their lies.