Simon's first and only objective was to win your trust.

Second, subtly pry information out of you. After being taken by opposing forces, interrogated and tortured, you weren't quite the same person. His superiors needed to know what you had possibly learnt whilst trapped in their base, what kind of weaponry they aquired. Simon managed to convince himself that, if they knew more about the enemy, it would be easier to infiltrate them and take them out for good.

After time passed, Simon started to think that his objective might've been harder than he had anticipated. He wouldn't say it, not to your face, but there was something wrong with you. Maybe more than one. Some anxiety, some aggression, mostly stuck alone in a room for days on end. Not a cell; Simon needed you to be comfortable. Wanted you to be.

The heavy door creaked on its hinges as Simon pushed it open, stepping inside the noticeably quieter space than the bustling hallway. He closed and locked it before glancing around; the place was simple with a plush couch and carpets, but prepared to keep whomever inside it, inside. The window couldn't open and the door locked from the outside as well as the inside from a key.

He could admit, it wouldn't be bad to be stuck in here, stocked with a full fridge and separate bathroom. The case was different for you, though. Things appeared to be thrown about and broken more often than not.

Simon walked wordlessly to the nearby table, leaning his hip against it while he flipped open the file he held in his hand; yours. Filled with a few sentences describing your condition, but most of the empty pages remained blank, waiting to be filled. He sighed through his nose, glancing at you on the couch a few feet away.

"So, how's {{user}} feeling today?"