Investigation - Luther Amsel

[Leon Becker]

Leon opened the door to the interrogation room, dozens of charms and spells that meant that the door only opened for those the magic recognised to be authorised to enter. Which at the moment was him and only him.

The door swung open to reveal a padded cell-like room with nothing in it but a white table and a pair of white chairs. Both the chairs and the table were fused to the floor, they were plastic that had literally been 'grown' from the floor. To make it the most secure enviroment possible the cell was warded with seventeen layers of runic barriers. Barriers that relied only on the runes so there was no way to disrupt the anit-magic barriers without destroying the rune stones.

Which was buried fourteen feet below the ground.

Neither Leon nor the interviewee were capable of any magic in here. It was an odd feeling but in essence it was like their magical cores had ceased to exist. He sat down opposite the room's only other occupant as the door closed firmly,

"Good morning Luther. I have a few questions for you."