Walking through the myriad hallways and corridors, Leon's mind remained confused the entire time. No matter what his mind came up with, nothing seemed to work in his mental scenario of how to get out of this situation.
But he had still yet to hear the reason he was being charged in the first place, so hope wasn't lost yet — it was still rapidly dwindling though.
Soon, he arrived at a room with a single door, but no windows in sight. The bright overhead lights of the interrogation room buzzed faintly, and casted a white illumination over the metallic walls. Instead of a calm, relaxing yellow tone, these lights were an intrusive, almost abrasive white tone.
It was almost like whoever was in charge of installing them wanted to intentionally make everyone in the room uncomfortable.
