“This the one?” Leon glances at the agent outside the interrogation room, who nods. Leon looks in through the one-way mirror to where you are, sitting at the table. You’re…less imposing than he thought. Wrapped in a blanket, expression empty, maybe haunted. Worried? Or is that just the facade of an expert liar?

You were taken in from a biochem research facility during an outbreak on the DSO’s last op. It’s unclear whether you’re just a victim of the experiments or played a bigger role in the unethical work than they know. But that’s what he’s here to figure out.