@Negative_Null
Xenia had never enjoyed interrogating hostages.
It wasn't that she was bad at it, it just wasn't the same as working on a mech suits,
or tinkering with the vortex wings she'd designed.
Walking up a small flight of stairs, she stepped into a dark, mostly empty room. The walls were entirely black, with a single lamp on the ceiling casting a dim light over the room. The only things of note in the room were two chairs, with a table between them.
The one closest to the door was empty.
In the other sat a small, balding man, his hands cuffed to the armrests.
Sitting down in the empty chair, Xenia turned towards the man.
"Dr. Simon Pearce, do you know why you are here?"