The screams echoed off the walls of the room. Of course, you wouldn’t have known this, just looking at Misium. He gave no reaction, no pause, no acknowledgement. He just kept on working; digging his sharp blades deeper into the man’s flesh. It had been hours since Misium had begun playing with his toy. The floor was coated in blood, and it was hard to find a place on the victim’s flesh that didn’t already have a deep gash in it.
	“Why are you doing this? Please, stop!” the man pleaded again. It almost surprised Misium that his little plaything hadn’t stopped asking why yet. Almost. Usually at this point people were too lost in their pain to bother to bother asking “why?” anymore. This man continued to wonder, as if knowing why would make the pain stop. It wouldn’t. Of course it wouldn’t.
	Just then, Kz’set appeared in the doorway.
	“Oh.. er.. Hey, Master… What’s up?” Misium asked awkwardly.
	“You, uh.. torturing someone again?” Kz’set asked of Misium, with an air of apprehension.
	“Uh, yeah, yeah.” Misium began, “He has information about Nicht Ka.. Important information.. I can feel it..”
	“This guy? Isn’t that a uniform from Biscuit Baron?” Kz’set inquired cautiously.
	“Er, yeah. He overheard some confidential information from one of the patrons.” Misium was a little impressed with himself for coming up with a response so quickly.
	The truth was, Misium had just pulled another random stranger off the streets. He was just some guy in his 30s who worked at a nearby Biscuit Baron.
	Kz’set tipped his head back a little, as if to say “..Whatever you say..” and promptly turned and left.
	He knew it was clear that Kz’set knew he just killed people for fun. He didn’t know why he still kept up the charade, however. It wasn’t that Misium liked to murder people. It was just that he liked it so much more when they weren’t alive anymore. And when he himself was the cause of it. It’s totally different. Honestly.
	Misium turned back to the interrogation table, realizing the screams had stopped. His shoulders dropped disappointedly as he realized his toy had broken. Of course, death was the endgame all along, he had just intended to put it off until later so he could have a bit more fun first. Now he was going to have to go out and grab another unsuspecting person.
	He unstrapped the body and tossed it into the incinerator. He didn’t bother to mop up the blood, there would be more there soon enough. He removed his “playtime” robes, now covered in blood, and draped them over a nearby chair. He’d learned not to wear them out in public. For some reason it caused a lot of fuss with the public.
	He strode outside and began to head down the sidewalk, looking for someone nice to play with. It was a bright, sunny day. Misium groaned. “This planet always has such shitty weather.” he thought.
A husband and wife with their kids? Nah, his kid-sized interrogation table needed repairs from last week’s fun. Their little arms were too small for the larger interrogation table, and their legs would never reach the ankle restraints. And it was just as well, he had lightsaber training to do with Kz’set later. He didn’t have time to play with an entire family.
	But then, Misium spotted the perfect subject. He was just a thin, timid-looking guy in his 20s. It was always so fun to pick on these sorts. They were so shy and quiet. Until the blood started to flow.
	Misium started to move for the kid, when he suddenly noticed Rial a bit further down the sidewalk. The timid 20-something year old kid disappeared from Misium’s thoughts as he recalled that Rial was ranked first in Sabacc by a huge margin. Misium’s own rank had dropped from 5th to 8th, as his focus shifted to playing with his “toys,” rather than playing Sabacc.
	Misium moved to Rial’s side and began to walk along side him.
	“Hey, Rial, congrats on that number one rank.” Misium tried to sound sincere.
	“Well, it isn’t really a new thing, but thanks, Misium.” he replied.
	“Would you like to come to my place and play with me a bit? I was playing with another guy, but he had to go.”
	“Sure, I’ve got time for a few games. Let’s do it.”
	“Awesome! I am going to bury you this time!” Misium said excitedly.
	“Haha, we’ll just see about that.”
	Misium led Rial to the lounge, where a Sabacc table was set up with a couple of chairs. Rial’s back was to the door, and of course to enter this room, he’d needed to walk past the doorway to the interrogation room. Had Rial only looked to the left, he might have changed his mind about sticking around.
	“Can I get you a drink before we start?” Misium asked.
	“Sure, I could use a drink.”
	Misium stood and walked past Rial, out the door and into the kitchen. He grabbed a thick beer mug from the cupboard. He didn’t bother to fill it. Holding it by the handle, he walked back to the lounge and stepped in behind Rial. Without pause, he brought the mug back and slammed it into the back of Rial’s skull. There was a loud “thud” as the mug hit his skull, but the thick glass didn’t break. Misium was glad for this, as it was his favorite mug, even though he didn’t drink.
	Rial was heavier than he looked. Misium was a very thin man without much muscle, so it took him a bit to cart Rial’s body into the next room and get him strapped into the interrogation table. Once he had him firmly strapped in, he produced some smelling salts to wake Rial. After all, torture is no fun if your victim is asleep.
	Rial snapped awake. Misium watched him silently as he slowly began to realize where he was and that his head hurt a lot more than it should have for something like a sudden headache. As his eyes moved from his restrained wrists down to the floor, his eyes went wide, noticing the large, drying pool of blood below his feet.
	“What the fuck is going on?!” Rial exclaimed.
	“Did I hit your head too hard? I’m sorry, I guess I generated some memory loss. I invited you over to play a few minutes ago and you graciously accepted.”
	“What is the meaning of this?! I am Magistrate to the Master At Arms! Are you insane?!”
	“Probably.”
	“Why are you doing this?”
	Misium remained silent for a moment, then glared with squinted eyes.
	“You know why I’m doing this.”
	Rial was silent for a moment. Then his eyes began to go wide.
	“You know… You found out! You found out somehow! How did you find out?!”
	Misium had no idea what Rial was talking about, but naturally he was intrigued.
	“You slipped up. And I caught it. And now you’ll tell me the truth. All of it.” Misium lied.
	Rial’s face changed from surprise and fear to cold determination.
	“You’re a guardian. Do you honestly think you’ll get a word out of me?”
	Misium grinned sadistically and let out a short laugh.
	“You’re restrained on an interrogation table. We’re not going to draw sabers and duel to the death. You are my little toy now. And I break my toys.”
	Misium pulled out his tools and began to go to work. Rial resisted for quite a while, but after hours of Misium’s playtime, he eventually broke and let loose unbelievable information. Misium had expected to hear that Rial had a secret love-affair with his mother, or that he once spread peanut butter on his balls and let a gungan lick it off. Certainly not that Aabsdu di Plagia Dupar, Master At Arms, was a traitor.
	Misium concealed his surprise.
	“As I thought.”
	As much as Misium wanted to stay and play some more, this was an incredibly urgent matter. Misium left the room to the privacy of the kitchen and promptly contacted Kz’set, urging him to arrive now.