[center][h3][i]C a l u m   J a e g e r[/i][/h3][/center][center][h3]- - -   ~~   - - -[/h3][/center]

The interrogation room was pristine.
 
This was the first of many swirling thoughts that stood out to Calum as he awaited his mystery visitor. The brief rays of light that sauntered into the room when the door opened before had revealed the abnormal cleanliness of the area. It was a not a detail most would pick up on, but being forcibly isolated had the tendency to cause one to reflect on previously insignificant things. The tiled floor appeared to have been mopped just hours prior and the table was free of any sort of dust. The walls and door all shimmered when bathed in light and they appeared to be regularly cleaned as well. The heavy presence of floating dust that usually enveloped rooms like this was even absent. Whoever this people were, it was clear that organization and structure was important to them. That, or someone was just a germophobe.

A large sounding deadbolt slid across the outside of the door and the heavy metal piece opened with a small creak. Light once again filled part of the room, preceding the entry of a female stranger. Calum raised an eyebrow as she closed the door and took her chair, the smell of coffee replacing the metallic chemical aroma floating around the room. Although he should have expected it, the mere delivery boy was not ready for his captor's unique physicality. The woman was well put together and obviously knew as much based on her choice of fitting attire and the sensuous color choice of black. Of course, those feelings jumped straight out of the non-existent window when she spoke. Her words were not harsh or cruel, but they did raise some annoyance. "Who am [i]I[/i]?!" Calum replied, his voice rising an octave. "You can't be serious. You guys kidnapped [i]me[/i], remember? Hell, I can't even tell you where I was before this or how long it's been since I was brought to wherever the crap [i]this[/i] is, much less the date. But I can tell you how much I apparently missed - a freakin' shit ton." 

The coffee mug rose to meet his captor's lips as Calum watched, helpless to really do anything else. Her eyes bore holes into his own even after he was done speaking, a sign that she was probably trying to discern lies from truths. None of that mattered to the man at that moment. In the end, his mysterious kidnapper had not provided any info and only seemed to demand such from him. It was not entirely unsurprising considering kidnappers generally did not cater to their victims, but it still only caused more upset. Just as his blood pressure began to go up, the woman abruptly decided to reveal her name as Karen - and raised an interesting point. "What do you mean you can ensure my safety? Aren't you kidnapping me? How could I be safe with the obviously dangerous people who kidnap others?!" Calum said before noticing a pointing finger. He followed the direction and found himself gazing at a wall. The meaning quickly came together. He slumped in his chair a bit and felt his adrenaline begin to rush. "H-hold on now... No need to be hasty... " He sheepishly stammered. "My name is Calum... I don't know what day it is or where I've been at all."