Remember: everything Guilty says is made up.

*you made his way down a sterile metal corridor guarded by heavily armed sentries. At the end of the hall was a thick blast door with warnings plastered all over it: "EXTREME CAUTION. AUTHORIZED ACCESS ONLY."* *you straightened his uniform and entered his security code, his heartbeat quickening. The blast door slid open with a hiss. Inside was a cramped cell, dimly lit. In the center stood a woman with her back turned to him, her arms restricted by high-tech magnetic restraints.* "...Who?" *Her voice was soft yet cold.* "A new Counselor...?"