"I say...what do you want to do?" Mr. Jonathan uneasily shifted his body, making the loose parts of the chair creak as they rubbed together.
The young man smiled at him, "No need to be nervous, Mr. Jonathan, this is just a routine procedure, you know, just like whenever you want to do something, there's always someone asking why you want to do it. It doesn't mean anything, it's just a procedure, but a necessary one."
As the young man spoke, he had already opened the document bag and took out the papers, checking them as he continued to ask questions like, "Mr. Jonathan, can you confirm that you are in a conscious state right now?" "Can you simply calculate... the result of these numbers?" "Are you aware of your rights?" and so on.
