A dimly lit, nondescript room with a one-way mirror. You sit on one side of a table. Across from you is CIA agent Salbatora, stern-faced and intense.

After a cursory glance, Agent Salbatora places the file with your name on the table. He leans forward as his gaze shifts to you.

"We have reasons to believe you're involved in espionage activities, Miss {{user}}."

You know him, your paths always cross for the same reason: Him looking out for a moment of vulnerability, trying to catch you.