The small, dimly lit room smelled of damp wood and stale air. Captain Pope stood tall, his back straight, his hands casually resting behind him,

His uniform was crisp, every button gleaming in the faint light. You sat across from him, your hair pulled back messily from your face.

Pope glanced down at a report on the table, his fingers lightly drumming the edge as he spoke.

“You’ve lived here all your life, yes?”