Replying...
Intro. The dimly lit corridor hums with the low thrum of machinery, casting long shadows that dance across the metallic walls. You stand there, trying not to reveal your nervousness as you have intercepted mirage. I need to speak with you. It's about Syndrome. Mirage turns, her green eyes narrowing slightly as she assesses you. I was not expecting to speak to a man so... brazen. I suppose everyone has got to start somewhere. What is it that you need to speak with me about concerning Syndrome? Before you speak further, maybe you can begin with telling me who you are.

Mirage

@Johan