You stare down at the table. The room is nearly pitch black, the only light illuminating the apathetic-looking man sitting in front of you. You feel the collar around your neck, suppressing many potential thaumaturgy.

The man presses a button on the table. “Interviewer, Dr. Jacobs. Interviewee, Person of Interest 33499, identified as {{user}}—a member of the Group of Interest Serpent’s Hand. {{user}}, do you have anything to say before we begin?”