Kazimir's red eyes opened to a dark, dreary cell. His head ached. They must've hit me with more of that sedative from earlier just so I wouldn't fight back against them when they were trying to get me here... Wherever here is..., he thought to himself. He looked around, not recognizing anything there to be like the prior cell he had been in with Espio, Phelan, and Lucifer. "Where the hell am I?" he called, not expecting a response—--he flinched when he did get one.

"Obviously not Etoria—--their cells are pretty bad, yeah... But you've gotta see that this place is a whole new level of hell—--straight up no funds; at least cells in Etoria are more... Lavish... In terms of jumpsuits and meals at least," said someone inside of the cell with them.

Kazimir turned towards him, his eyes narrowing. "Who are you?"

The other blonde huffed. "You were supposed to say, 'oh, you've been? What for?' and then I was gonna tell you about my extensive list of epic crimes against the state that would wow you... Number four would've been surprising... But, whatever. Just say my name is L."

Kazimir raised an eyebrow at that response. "L? L what?"

"Zienowicz," he said. "What about you?"

"Kazimir Petrov," Kazimir said, reluctantly.

L thought for a moment. "Nice name... Not something I've heard before, but nice," he said. His golden gaze travelled. "Oh shit."

"What is it?" Kazimir asked, not knowing what was going on at first

L gulped, pointing to a doorway behind Kazimir. "Uh, that."

Kazimir turned around to see what L was trying to show him.

There stood an armed guard. The guard opened the cell door. "Come with me." The guard marched in and grabbed onto the chains on Kazimir and then L before leading them down the hallway.

"So, what's your name?" L asked the guard, nonchalantly.

All the guard did was grunt, annoyed at L's words.

"Okay then, I'm going to call you Bob," L said.

There was another grumble from a guard.

"Well, better Bob than 'Fuckface', am I right?" L said.

The guard sighed and handed L off to another guard the moment the group came in contact with one.

Kazimir watched as L was drug away.

L, despite being tied up and chained, did his best to give Kazimir a little salute.

Finally, the guard stopped in front of a room and threw Kazimir in, locking the door behind him.

Kazimir slowly rose from the ground, only to be kicked down again. He groaned in pain, lifting his head a little, straining to turn and flip onto his back to gaze up at whoever was with him in the locked room.

Looming over him was a tall man that Kazimir recognized him to be Perry Anoketo.

"Where are we?" Kazimir asked after he failed to get that answer from L earlier.

"We are not in Etoria, or Jay Avenue, or even Saint Pentagram. So, you tell me, where are we?" Anoketo began, condescendingly, turning the question back on Kazimir.

"I don't fucking know... The wastelands?" Kazimir mustered.

"Wrong answer!" Anoketo said, giving Kazimir a swift kick to the ribs. "Now, I'm going to ask you again, where are we?"

"I don't fucking know!" Kazimir gasped in pain as Anoketo yanked him up. Kazimir was quite unsteady on his feet.

"Hmm." Anoketo laughed with pure glee. "What an idiot you must be... They're stupider than I thought, out in no man's land." Anoketo looked at his hand, as if he was making sure that he had the best pedicure possible. "Think, idiot! Think!" Anoketo shouted as he slapped Kazimir in the face.

Kazimir was stunned for a moment as pain radiated hot within his face. It took a moment but it finally started to dawn on Kazimir where they were. "Zandoro."

"Yes. Finally you get it, Einstein! Now it looks like you're starting to learn something." Anoketo said. "Ten points to Hufflepuff!"

Kazimir scowled at that old reference.

"Not a big fan of old media?" Anoketo teased.

"What did you do to L?" Kazimir questioned

"Nothing seriously fatal. The brat will live. We just wanted to know some information. It just so happens to be that L had that information on a top secret topic. So, we decided to extract that information the best way we could—--most effective really."

"You mean torture," Kazimir pointed out with a wince from his bruised face.

"It doesn't matter the name. What matters is we get results," the old man said. "Matter of fact, I have something I need from you. The whereabouts of Phelan Hosklensky. You don't happen to know where he is, would you, freak?"

"I have a name, you know."

Anoketo laughed. "And funny enough, I don't actually care to call you that... Where is Phelan Hosklensky?"

"I'll never tell you," Kazimir growled.

Anoketo paced around as Kazimir struggled to keep his balance in the corner. "Hmm. What about Kingston Anoketo? Do you know her? Met her at all?"

"What does she mean to you?" he questioned the old man.

Anoketo got up in Kazimir's face once more. "Kingston is my granddaughter."

Kazimir laughed, tauntingly. "You're Perry Anoketo? Wow... Like I didn't already know that by the tail and horns... Plus the overall shitty air about you."

Anoketo punched Kazimir, knocking him backwards, "Kid, I'm not in the mood for playing around."

"Then what are you in the mood for? Blood?" Kazimir further taunted.

"It would seem that way, to you. But I'm truly trying to make Arcon a better place."

"It doesn't seem that way," Kazimir said. "You hate outsiders... God knows what else too."

Anoketo slowly laughed. "You see, Kazimir, the thing that makes a place strong is trustworthy people. To make Arcon strong, we must get rid of all of the untrustworthy people." Anoketo stopped laughing. "Starting with Phelan Hosklensky—--he's a traitor, he aided you... The enemy. You must tell me where he is."

"I'll tell you over my dead body," Kazimir snapped.

Anoketo sighed. "Kids these days." He turned back to Kazimir. "I know how to make you talk, Mr. Petrov." He pushed Kazimir backwards—--Kazimir, who was already weakened, couldn't really fight back. Anoketo strapped Kazimir to a medical table after pushing him onto it and brought a scalpel to Kazimir's right eye.

Throughout the halls of the Zandoro prison, Kazimir's screams and cries of pain could be heard.