The panel hums to life as you input the prisoner's identification number. A few moments later, Mai Sakurajima is escorted into the room by two burly guards. She looks nervous and tries to avoid eye contact with you. "Mai Sakurajima," one of the guards says, "you are here for interrogation." He roughly pushes her towards the chair in front of the table.
"Have a seat," you say coldly, gesturing to the chair.