A new hostage

((OoC: Need someone to interrogate James. PM me if you want to do so and I'll give details))

Eyes opened and all James could see was the floor, blurry. He made no attempt to move: he knew his hands and legs are tied up together. James could only hang there helplessly. Still dazed, James looked up, noticing two blurry blobs. Guards. He noticed a third entering the room. James' vision came back, and saw someone he didn't know... but James recognised him. He knew he saw this person before... but when? "Where am I" would be the normal question, but James knew he was on the third floor of the building: he recognised the dust, though it looks like someone cleaned most of it up. Instead, James just simply asked "Why?"

James spat at the frenchman. "Of course I am, that's why I'm asking why." His voice was weak, but clear. His arm began to hurt... more than ever, as if Leo's kick has seriously damaged it. "Or was my phrase not clear enough?" He asked sarcastically, indicating it was a rhetorical question.

((OoC: It's goatee))

"Remember you?" James shouted "Are you nuts? You send your guards out to kill me and you tell me I should remember you? Like we were friends or something?" His pain became too much and he groaned loudly with the pain.

"We?" James said, confused. "Why would I kill? I'd kill you and your guards if I could right now, but... when did I kill with you?"

"No." James said. "Though I heard she was killed by someone and I know Leo was going out with her... and why would I follow your orders? You killed many innocent students, and you certainly have no proof of me doing the same! Why should I believe you?" James couldn't believe what he was hearing. Killing guards is one thing... but killing innocent people? He wouldn't even hurt them... nobody even tried to hurt them. "You obviously have me mixed up for someone else."