"Run away? Where do you think you're going? What do you think you'll accomplish?" Alick's voice dripped with menace. "None of you will escape today!"

Refusing to yield easily, they defiantly retorted, “Let's fight!"

Chaos erupted as the individuals engaged in a fierce brawl.

Before long, those allied with the scarred man found themselves overpowered and injured. Within half an hour, they lay defeated on the floor, unable to rise.

Alick issued his command with authority, "Take them away!"

They were bound and escorted out of the bar.

As they were being led away, a dawning realization swept over them - they had likely been deceived.

Their capture was swift, occurring almost immediately upon their arrival.

The absence of coincidence was glaringly apparent.

It appeared to be a meticulously crafted scheme.

However, any regrets were now futile, as the situation had already unfolded irreversibly.

They found themselves abandoned in the desolation of an old factory.

Isaac stood by, refraining from interference, while Alick assumed responsibility for the interrogation.

The victim was Annis, and Alick found himself indirectly affected by the circumstances as well.

With no assistance, Alick embarked on the daunting task alone.

"Tell me who instructed you." Alick had assembled an array of tools for the task at hand.

Those tools were intended for handling the situation and extracting information from them.

“We have no knowledge of what you're referring to!" They stubbornly maintained, refusing to admit culpability.

Alick fixed them with a stern gaze. “If you truly don't understand, why were you hiding?"

“Who said we were hiding?"