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The holding cell is small. Smaller than your shitty apartment bedroom. There's only enough room inside for a single bed, a chair in the middle of the room, and a toilet. The only other thing inside the room is two security cameras pointing at the main attraction.
A Man in Silver. He has a light tan and has some knife scars across his arms but otherwise, he looks like any other man in silver.
He's currently sitting down in the chair, staring right through the translucent wall (that you notice is an insanely thick shatterproof glass) and at you. Two heavy shackles are attached to his legs with chains leading to the back wall while his hands are kept in a set of manacles that seem to be welded shut.
Fragments of something are littering the holding cell's floor. Then you notice the speckles of something dark. That's not just any kind of fragment. That's shattered teeth. Only now that you notice that there's blood staining the Man in Silver's suit and tie. Weird, you think they would've placed him in a prisoner's uniform or something.
You can't make out his facial expressions. As always, there's that constant haze of static blurring your ability to make out anything. Glancing at your allies, they don't seem to notice?
"Kinda generic looking." Alexis mutters. "Why is he in here again?"
"...If I didn't know someone was in there, I could swear this room was empty." Kiara beeps as her response.
Naomi is dead silent. <<span class="mu-b">"Just my luck. Does he recognize...?</span>>
<span class="mu-s">"Well. Well."</span> The Man in Silver smiles, you think? You know he's missing a dozen teeth at least. <span class="mu-s">"Perhaps you're here to rescue me? It's been so long since I've seen some new faces."</span> You swear his voice sounds just like the man you killed mere hours ago. <span class="mu-s">"We didn't expect to see you again so soon either, Nicole. When was it last time, after we recovered that anomaly?</span>"
"Does he know you?" Alexis forces out her question. You can only offer a noncommittal grunt. <span class="mu-b">He doesn't know you killed one of his kind yet?</span>
<span class="mu-s">"And Naomi. Long time no see. Maybe you should change out of that outfit and into something more befitting of you."</span> His focus immediately changes back to stare at you. <span class="mu-s">"If you let me out, I'll make sure your friends just so happened to not be recorded in my report."</span>
"The hell?" Alexis chuckles in an attempt to lighten up the mood. "You're not getting out. You're locked tighter than an O-Corp farmer's daughter, r-right?" <<span class="mu-b">"...Why is his outfit glowing like that? Is he one of those...?"</span>>
Naomi's expressions twists between something that's a horrid mix of fear, anger, and...sadness? "Shut up. She's right. You're stuck in there, we're out here."
<span class="mu-s">"I haven't felt the need to."</span> He says with such a casual tone of voice. <span class="mu-s">"I'm quite happy being here."</span> <<span class="mu-b">"The plan works out better that way."</span>>
<span class="mu-s">"So. X-Company had to bring you in. I thought this infraction was the only one we had to record.</span>"
