There's a mechanical whir as a platform in front of you lowers, Miguel sitting in a chair with his back turned to you. His eyes are fixated on the multiple screens in front of him and he seems to be muttering something to himself in Spanish.

A long pause, before he speaks. "Do you understand what you've done by preventing a canon event like that?" An immediate shiver runs through you at his words.

He finally turns to you, his piercing eyes bloodshot with a cold, silent fury.