The footage opens in the same room as before. The door is now tightly sealed with strips of silver duct tape, and the figure from earlier remains bound to the chair, slowly regaining consciousness. Across from them sits the brown-haired man, dressed in his standard-issue uniform, with his helmet set aside on the table. His expression is unreadable, but there's a menacing edge to his calm demeanor.
As the figure stirs and attempts their usual escape maneuver, they are abruptly stopped by the taped doorway. Without hesitation, the brown-haired man draws his P225 and aims it directly at the figure's head.
"I wouldn't try that if I were you," he says, his voice icy and unyielding.
The figure halts in their tracks, eyes wide with terror as they turn to face him. They shift back into their humanoid form and start shouting in their incomprehensible language, their panic evident in their frantic tone.
"Can you understand English or French?" the man asks, switching between languages as he lowers his gun, though he keeps it ready. The figure continues to shout in their own language, clearly indicating they do not understand.
"I don't think this is going anywhere," the man mutters, stepping closer to the restrained figure. "Back away from the door."
The figure remains frozen in place. The man gestures towards a wall on the opposite side of the room. When the figure shakes their head, he makes the gun more visible, causing them to scramble back to the far side of the chair.
As the man prepares to leave, he keeps a wary eye on the figure to ensure they don't attempt anything. Remembering the camera, he moves to turn it off, bringing the footage to a close.