The Interrogation Room, literally Interrogation.
The interrogation room of the prison. Every criminal is extensively interviewed by the staff. But who's really being interrogated?

-Classified interrogation in progress-

-Interrogation is over-

As the doors opened, two guards walked out, looking extremely normal. That was not the same for the next person, who clearly looked a bit deranged with that giant grin about his face.

Nevertheless, he strode out in his favorite blue lab coat with black pants, looking intensely fashionable in his opinion. The guards thought otherwise, but they weren't being paid to give a flying damn. They were being paid to be mutes, so long as they were escorting this dude.

"Oh? So free! I can move my hands away from each other now!"

With the same grin, he spread out his hands, only for that grin to slightly lower a bit when he realized again that he was wearing very special gloves. Gloves that restricted him in other ways...

But then again, that didn't matter! He could touch two places at once now!

:Exit Interrogatorio: :Enter Il Punto Sociale: