Everything in Duriat is monotonously gray. You walk through the hallways, ignoring the sounds of the prisoners on either side of you.

You have only one person you want to see. As you turn the corner into a darker hallway, you see a single cell at the end of it; concealed by silvery metal door with one small opening slot.

You knock twice. "Hello?" you say.

"Don't bother with politeness," a bored voice says. "I honestly don't mind insults... Many think things about me."