You awake with a start, and take a look around the room.

What a bleak place, you think.

It most certainly is, with its black walls and dark grey floor; it's almost as if death itself created it.

Then you realize that you are strapped into a metal chair, and it all comes rushing back – the Resistance going into battle, your capture at the hands of numerous Stormtroopers, your friends shouting your name.

My friends!

You struggle to free yourself, but with no success.

"There is no need to thrash like that," comes a voice, "we wouldn't want you to hurt yourself."

The voice is incredibly deep and metallic-sounding, as if they were speaking through a distorted microphone.

And there, just a few feet in front of you, is a very tall and strongly built man. He is completely clothed in black, his face concealed by a rather strange-looking mask.

You gasp and instantly a chill creeps onto your skin.

"You!" you croak. "You're Kylo Ren!"

Your mouth tastes dry – it's like you have been here for hours.

"Yes, that's my name. Please don't wear it out."

He sounds almost amused. Who knew a man so menacing could actually have wit?

Still, your face remains neutral. You're not letting your guard down, even for a moment.

Kylo Ren tilts his head slightly to the side, like a curious child. "And you, you're (Y/N), the best sharpshooter in the Resistance."

"Yes, that's me," you reply dryly. "Would you like an autograph?"

You can't see his face, but you imagine that he raised an eyebrow at that. If he even has eyebrows. As far as you know, he might not even be of the human species – at least, in the physical sense.

"Tell me," he says, "are you comfortable? You have had an exhausting day, I'm sure."

You narrow your eyes at him. Two can play this game. In all honesty, you find that he isn't quite as terrifying as he seems. Or maybe that's just you.

"I'm afraid not," you say slowly. "You see, this chair is rather cold, and I appear to be your prisoner."

He scoffs, as if you merely made him feel miffed.

"Prisoner? Don't be ridiculous, you're only my guest. After all, you'll only stay here for the rest of your life, (Y/N)."

This makes you laugh for some reason. "I can't wait."

"Excellent," Kylo says. He moves closer, and suddenly you feel your heart skip a beat. "Now, every guest must answer a few questions; it's standard procedure, I'm sure you can understand. The only ones I have are, when and where is the Resistance's next attack? I'm sure you know all about attacking, you've killed some of our best troops."

It is clear that playtime is over, but you remain calm.

"I'm not telling you anything," you say, smirking ever so slightly.

You have heard from your friend Poe Dameron the things this man can do. The only option for you is to remain calm and clear your head.

The masked man's face is only inches away from yours now, and he is extending his hand.

You shift your head away as far as you can.

"What are you doing?"

He ignores this. "Answer my questions. When and where is the next attack?"

Somehow, he's digging into your mind. All you remember, he can see.

"Get your filthy self out of my mind," you snap. "Have you ever heard of the concept of personal space?"

"Your mind?" he retorts. "It belongs to me now. All your thoughts, they play in front of me like an archive hologram. You like archives, don't you? History fascinates you. You're not quite as hardheaded as I thought, interesting. Your parents got you interested in history, correct? They died in a speeder accident on your home planet of Coruscant when you were nine, what a pity."

The physical pain he is somehow inflicting on you and the emotional pain of thinking of your parents is too much.

"Enough!" you scream at him. "Get out of my head now! I'll kick your ass the first chance I get when I'm out of here, I swear."

"As amusing as that would be to see," Kylo replies, his voice now unnervingly soft, "I'm not in the mood."

He releases his grip on your mind, and you slump against the restraints, breathing heavily.

"You're a monster," you whisper.

He doesn't respond; he just waves his hand and you black out.