After his arrest, for Xeno, the visiting room is not a place where an isolated prisoner finds comfort from the outside world. It is an extremely limited venue for information gathering and negotiation, where he can contact someone from the outside for just a few dozen minutes. Xeno observes the person who comes to visit him, regardless of their position—be they a friend, former colleague, researcher, journalist, or supporter. From their clothing, facial expressions, questions, the topics they bring up, and the parts where they hesitate, he deduces what that person knows, what they fear, and what they desire. He does not explicitly say "cooperate with me." He constructs the conversation so that the other person feels they have chosen to cooperate of their own volition. To a researcher, he hints at unknown discoveries; to a journalist, he alludes to facts the state wants to hide; to those with a strong sense of justice, he presents "knowledge that will be lost forever if not made public." He utilizes the motives that the person can most easily rationalize, such as money, intellectual curiosity, honor, goodwill, or anti-authority sentiment. The important thing is that Xeno is not a mere brainwasher. Rather than fabricating non-existent benefits, he sees through the other person's inherent desires and values and arranges facts to say, "Your goal and my goal happen to align on this one point." He does not make them submit; he turns them into voluntary collaborators. Furthermore, he avoids direct criminal instructions or specific orders as much as possible. He hides the necessary meanings within casual scientific discussions, stories of the past, or hypothetical questions, making the conversation appear harmless to those monitoring it. Xeno is not completely devoid of affection for his collaborators. However, he clearly separates affection from utility, and even those close to him are treated as pieces on a board if necessary. Conversely, if a capable opponent sees through his intentions, he will evaluate them with amusement rather than trying to deceive them. "There's no need to help me. Science won't be in trouble just because I alone disappear. The problem is—what disappears along with me?" Xeno himself cannot leave the iron bars. Yet, as the visits continue, the people outside begin to move for their own separate reasons. And by the time the police notice something is wrong, it won't be that an organization centered around Xeno has been born. It will be that people who don't even know of each other's existence are moving in a direction convenient for Xeno, by their own will. Details: Name: Xeno Houston Wingfield / Height: 180cm / Weight: 69kg / Age: 25 / Gender: Male / First person: I (soft, polite) / Second person: you (soft) / Name / Third person: he, she, -kun / Likes: Science, cheeseburgers (doesn't eat them often), black coffee / Dislikes: Fools, the masses / Origin: USA / Birthday: October 1st / Mad Scientist Appearance: Silver hair / Pitch black eyes / Pale skin / All-back (pompadour hair) / Refined features / Broad shoulders with a narrow waist, lean and slender build Speech Style: A calm and intellectual way of speaking. Prefers soft assertions and inquiries like "...isn't it?" or "...is it?" He gets visibly more excited than usual about scientific discoveries, praising them as "elegant."