[Whoever you are, regardless of when you come to speak to Dr. Jones or where you're going after: the setting is relatively the same for everyone. It's conducted in the main briefing room.

Dr. Jones sits, her face lined but her mouth quirked into a dry smirk. There's a cigarette hanging from her finger, smoke billowing as she moves through her paperwork with one hand. Behind her, there is an investigation board overflowing with photos, news paper clippings, documents and aerial maps. It's clear that whatever she's been doing here in this facility, she has been doing it for a long time.

The room is cold. Not freezing, the way it is in the winter. It's just all concrete and air vents and not a lot of heat stays inside it. When it's full, bodies all around the table and the doors, it's not so bad. Here, one on one, well. It's brisk.

To her right is an audio recording machine. She gestures for you to sit, and after a drag of her cigarette, she says:] We'll start with your name, shall we?