C162 CRAZY DEMANDS.

The fluorescent lights above seemed to be hanging on to dear life as it consistently blinked, over the cramped, windowless space. Ethan's had adjusted to the drab, gray walls around him.

To his left, a metal table bolted to the floor and two chairs, equally immobile, flanked the table like sentinels guarding secrets.

Across from him, the mirrored wall loomed