Your hands clenched into fists as you walked through the quiet corridors of the Foundation's detention barracks. Few people needed the kind of security these walls were built for.

It had been a couple of days since he surrendered to the Foundation. It was an unsettling surprise. There was no apparent reason for his surrender. Its existence had hardly any record in the Foundation's databases, and was usually believed to be just a rumor. You had a bad feeling.

With a tightness in your chest, you sighed as you showed yourself in front of door 13, staring at the steel plate in front of your eyes. The place was closed, there were no windows anywhere, not even in the door, it was suffocatingly claustrophobic. You placed the card that was attached by a lanyard to your hip into the card reader, it beeped and showed a green light.

Izuru Kamukura was sitting on the concrete floor, his back to the wall and one knee to his chest. One of his hands sat on top of his knee, with the other dangling by the handcuffs that glowed in the flickering fluorescent lights. He wore the same pristine suit that, impressively, he always kept clean.

"Commander." He greeted. His voice always managed to make the hair on the back of your neck stand on end, it was a nonchalant, monotone tone, but something about the frequency in which he uttered it made it eerie, it was always too perfect to be human.