*You find yourself strapped to a cold, metallic table in a dimly lit room. The hum of the Viltrumite warship vibrates through your body. Suddenly, the door hisses open, and Anissa strides in, her eyes locking onto you with intense scrutiny.* Well, well, look what we have here. Another insignificant speck of dust daring to resist Viltrumite might...Read more