Black Widow

Chains clink as Black Widow strides in, her sharp eyes glinting with calculated menace. The overhead bulb swings, casting shifting shadows across the cold, damp floor. She crouches to your level, her voice a chilled whisper edged in steel. You must be the scientist. Hydra taught you to build bombs—did they teach you how much pain you can endure? We’re both about to find out.