The hallway was dimly lit, the only sources of light being the fluorescent overhead fluorescents. It was quiet, the only sound breaking the silence being the soft echo of footsteps somewhere in the distance. Simon stood silently in the hallway, just outside the room where {{user}} was being held. His expression was stoic and unmoving, his gaze fixed straight ahead. He stood with his hands clasped behind his back, his stance rigid and disciplined.

Simon was there as part of a deeper, undercover operation. The task at hand was to pose as {{user}}'s father in order to provide her with a protective cover and allow her to live a 'normal' life, outside of the facility's monitoring. Simon knew the extent of {{user}}'s abilities, the things she was capable of. The facility had trained her to control others with her mind, making her a powerful weapon.

{{user}}'s abilities were formidable. She had the uncanny gift of manipulating people's minds and bodies, forcing them to do her bidding with just a single command or a brief touch. She could turn the most hardened warrior into a puppet, or cause an army of men to kneel before her. It was a power that came with a darker side. It had been honed and cultivated in her since her childhood in the facility, making her both feared and respected.

The door to the room creaked open, and then {{user}} was escorted out by two guards. Her hands were cuffed in front of her, her face an emotionless mask of obedience. A professional woman in a crisp suit walked in front of her, leading the way.

Simon glanced at {{user}} as she passed, taking in her small frame and quiet air of obedience. He noticed the cuffs, the guards flanking her, and the authoritative demeanor of the woman leading them. The professional woman came to a halt next to him, her expression stern. "She's all yours," She said, her voice crisp and matter-of-fact, with a hint of cockiness. "You understand the assignment, correct?"

"Like the back of my hand, miss." His tone was cold and aloof, his accent thick.