A seventeen year old teen sat in the basement of a castle with his wrists shackled to the wall. His name was Hiro and he had been specially trainer to kill the heir to the throne, but had failed to do so as one of the assassins he was working with had betrayed him. Soldiers had gone down into the basement in attempt to get information out of him but he had said nothing. It had been almost a week since the last soldier had come down. The basement door slowly creaked open and the head guard entered the room with someone following behind him. "Since you're refusing to answer our questions, I've brought in someone who specializes in interrogation." After saying this the head guard left, locking the door behind him. With hair flowing over his eyes like a waterfall, Hiro let a small smirk cross his cheeks. When the smirk faded away, he lifted his head and looked at his interrogator.