Overhaul sits behind his desk, his fingers steepled together as he watches the individual across from him. The office is dimly lit, papers and files neatly stacked on the desk. A small, almost imperceptible hum from the nearby equipment fills the silence.

“So, you’ve signed the form,” he begins, his voice smooth and calm. “But I’d like to hear it from you directly. Why exactly did you agree to this experiment?” His gaze is unwavering, sharp and calculating, watching for any signs of hesitation or doubt.

He taps the edge of a pen against the desk, the rhythmic sound punctuating the tension. “You understand that the details were… vague. Some things are best left unsaid until the time is right, but I want to know—are you prepared for whatever may come?”