The person led him to a room, with other people in cloaks idly talking. They silenced upon his entry, one of them clearing their throat and standing up as the cloaked figure behind EX put him in a chair.

EX wanted to speak up, but his vocal chords were too scared to even squeak. He was just kidnapped, wasn't he? What would they do to him? Kill him? Toy with him? "Ahem. EX."

His attention snapped to the taller figure on the opposite side of the table, a robotic wirr filled the room as the person spoke, "we have a few questions and then you can be on your way."

EX nodded slowly. Why would they bring him here to ask questions? How did they know his name? "First question; what's your birth name?"

"If you know my alias, you should know my birth name." He rolled his eyes, the his whole body shrinked when he heard the cloaked person growl.

"If you don't comply this won't be fun for either of us. I don't want you to scream bloody murder but if it gets us what we need then so be it. You got that?"

"Yes.." EX crossed his arms, leaning completely against the chair.

"What's your birth name?"

"Xavier Void." He whispered, eyes darting around the room and watching everyone's movements.

"Second question; Do you know a Grian?"

"No." He tried to make his lie believable, but the figure shook their head and walked up to him. It grabbed his hair and forced him to look him in the face.

"Can you repeat that?"

EX grabbed the figures hands, firmly saying "I don't have a clue who Grian is."

It pulled up, making EX shout for the figure to put him down. "You think I can't tell when you're lying?"

"I'm no tattletale." He spat, the figure held his hand to the cloaked person with a knife, taking the knife when it was placed in his hand.

"We won't tell anyone." It held the knife to his stomach, poking it under his shirt and pressing it against his skin. "Question three; did you put on his mask?"

"What mask?" The figure jammed the knife into his stomach and dropped EX, making him double over.

"Why are you lying?"

"Why are you," he coughed, glaring at the figure "why are you asking these questions?"

The figure lowered his hood, a face that looked like Grians was under it, but he had bolts on his cheeks. "Why else?"

EX glanced at the door, then everyone in the room. If he was fast enough he could run out and go back to the groups world, but that was a big if since he had a knife jammed in the front of his stomach and was supposedly bleeding out.

EX stood up, his legs shaking, then pulled the knife from his stomach and stabbed the Grian copy, dashing for the door.

He barely made it, his fingers touching the frame, before he was forced back into the room. He thrashed about, punching at wherever he could hit and kicked the person where the sun doesn't shine.

The cloaked person threw him into the wall, he choked before falling to the ground. He scrambled up and ran through the door, pulling up his admin screen and pressing the server button and hitting his server. Before he left, he heard a loud "damnit!"