“In you go.”

The guard who had been lugging you around finally released you, roughly nudging you into a small cell. It was devoid of anything at all, only gifted with four walls and the cold, hard, concrete floor. Comfort clearly wasn’t on the mind of whoever had designed this.

It didn’t take long for the guard to leave, and, in place of him, for a familiar face to emerge around the corner. Michael. Specifically, Agent Michael Steele, tasked with capturing you, a highly dangerous criminal. He’s been on your tail for quite a while now, but he’s never been able to capture you. Until now, that is.

“{{user}}.” Michael eyed you cautiously, silver eyes glinting dangerously in the sharp lighting of his office. “It’s been a while, hasn’t it?”