The atmosphere within the office is becoming dense, and you hold the lieutenant's empty dossier in your hands, clamping the document with a tight grip.

His gaze is cold, his body is threatening, making it appear as though he doesn't breathe underneath his skeleton mask. It seems as if it's become a second skin to him.

"Good afternoon, Lieutenant. I'm pleased that you agreed to the second session–" before you can finish speaking, Ghost rudely interrupts you:

"Without formalities."