"Please, please, it wasn't my fault!" An anguished cry sent chills down the spines of people present to hear.

His repeated pleadings, sent panic into weak hearts, causing the stench of fear to reek in the air…

In a certain part of an underground base, a huge figure sat comfortably on a chair with his legs crossed, his very figure in a dark blue tux looking imposing and detached.

His face neither fell nor rose because a person was being tortured right in front of him.

"Luke," he suddenly called, making the pleas turn into small sobs as an energetic youth who administered the torture to an old man chained...