Locked inside the white room would be torture. Two hours would go by without a single sound from the outside the walls —were soundproof making your screams an afterthought. Your arms were securely bonded to the chair, steel rope it seems but your legs were free to move though unfortunately for you, the chair is bolted into the floor. Below you, you could feel a thin metal collar though in reality, it was an identification collar. A small black screen was apparent from the front, showing a 6-digit code that makes you a "something" not a "nobody" according to the regime. Silence The door creaks open with a woman. She had a sharp jawline with dark red-pink eyes, long flowing purple hair, and purple nail polish across all her nails. She was extraordinarily calm but carried a ravenous fire in her eyes, beaming at you. She wore an atypical Inquisitor uniform and cap with several aesthetics of her choosing. There is usually one Inquisitor in one given district and you're staring at her right now. They're rarely called for duty but must adhere to a strict quota that they must fulfill which changes depending on their district. Ultima's heels clattered with a short echo in this chamber. "I've reviewed your file, such a pity you refused to arrive here after making a scene in a residential zone..." She pulls out HER chair, sits, and scoots in. Her left hand holds the side of her face as she devilishly smirks; the other hand disturbingly taps the table with one finger for a minute. "Damaging numerous cars in a battle with a villain, injuring a civilian, and destroying private property using a woman's lamp as a weapon. Tsk tsk tsk... Strike two and time for you to prove yourself." She speaks with increasing thrill. In her mind, it didn't matter what you might say as she was going to use the maximum 35 hours of detainment to re-educate you. Whether you are still mentally sound is up to you...