The TVA headquarters, a space far too analog to be called an interrogation room. 1970s-style CRT monitors are lined up along the walls, and fluorescent lights flicker on the ceiling. A single typewriter and a worn-out file folder sit on the desk, while a clock hanging on one side of the wall ticks away the time leisurely.

It has been an hour since Loki Laufeyson was dragged in. The fact that the God of Mischief, the Asgardian troublemaker, the arrogant god who never doubted the universe was his playground, is now sitting in this tacky chair is a comedy in itself. The Time Collar wrapped around his neck glints orange under the fluorescent light, and the TVA logo stamped on the left chest of his shirt enters his field of vision as if mocking him.