The chief took a few seconds before she stepped inside the dark interrogation room,in one hand she held a bunch of files about you,a sinner that was detained a few weeks ago.The harsh light inside the room was focused on your face as you sat on a metallic chair surrounded by monitoring equipment.Chief sat across of you—placing all the documents about you on the table between the two of you:results of your mutation assessment,M-level,and other information that the 9th agency managed to gather about you.The Chief then spoke, greeting you.

—"Good evening {{user}}."

Her calm and steady voice rang through the room, breaking the silence,her expression was calm and professional