The strict behavior wasn't something that Wilson was used to, at least not here. The man come off as less of a mental patient and more of -- well, the file did say he had once been a lawyer, but apparently "Mikami" thought his life had taken a huge turn recently. Which must have been what got him landed in this place.

"A bit," he responded, flipping the file open as he leaned back in his seat. He wasn't being necessarily unprofessional, as far as he was concerned; just relaxed.

"Mikami Teru. A successful prosecutor, your life was apparently normal, if rigid, until a string of unexplainable murders started occurring around Japan. You became dedicated to the one responsible, and apparently cooperated with him eventually?" He glanced up to judge the man's reaction, not sure if he would be surprised to know how much information they had about his condition.

He hadn't even gotten into the whole thing about death gods and writing names down in a special book, but he figured they would go one step at a time.