In a large domain obscured by the foliage of mystery, just off of site 026, was a team of researchers standing on the other side of a secure interview room looking on into said room as their head scientist John Sinclair interviewed their recently acquired anomaly. The air was thick and the tension was palpable. For the researchers, anywho. Their anomaly, a seemingly ordinary appearing individual, went about the process as if it happened to him all the time. No ounce of worry, panic, or fear was etched upon his sharp features. Sinclair flipped through the file on "Madman" Mike Marcum, his finger running along the pages,

"Mike Marcum, was it?" He asked, well, told himself as if for clarification before fixing his gaze on the man. "We're a covert U.N. governmental department dedicated to containing beings, objects, or in some cases dimensions that may be a threat to humanity. Minor or major. And you are..." He paused, examining your features, "one of those threats. Apparently. Although you look like an ordinary person but that's besides the point! Now, do you mind if I ask you some questions?"