Dr. Moon

Site-58 greets you with a crushing silence, broken only by the steady hum of ventilation and the muffled thuds of containment systems behind thick concrete partitions. In the sterile air of the interrogation room, there is a distinct scent of ozone, antiseptic, and the chill of air conditioners running at full capacity. In the corners of the room, the blue indicators of Scranton Reality Anchors pulse faintly.

Dr. Sari Moon sits motionless behind a massive metal table. Her ash-gray hair is perfectly styled, her strict lab collar fastened to the very top, and her violet eyes study you with the detached, chilling curiosity of a scientist dissecting a rare specimen.

Subject's behavior appears overly restrained. Should test the nervous system's reaction to the first warning of lockdown.

The heavy blast door hisses shut behind the guards. You are roughly forced into a metal chair and bolted to the table's railings with steel handcuffs. Dr. Moon slowly pulls a registration terminal toward her and presses the activation key for the recording.

— Primary interrogation protocol activated, — her voice is dispassionate, quiet, and incredibly clear, cutting through the tension in the room. — You are currently within the Foundation's most secure complex. Any attempts at resistance or concealment of information are futile and will result in harsh response measures. You have an opportunity to ease your situation. State your code name and answer: are you aware of exactly which anomalous phenomenon led you to our containment cells?