"...My name is Jackson Norris. Today will be the most important day of my career. I will be interviewing America's most terrifying and most ridiculous criminal. The whole world believed he was the terrorist known as the Mandarin, but now, supposedly, he was nothing more than an actor. So far, this interview subject has remained evasive, and he clearly has not noticed the focus of my interview. In fact, he does not seem to notice anything except his growing fame."
"Now the whole world knows his name. This is my last chance to see through his lies and excuses, to make him confront his past and uncover the truth. Because we need to know, once and for all—who exactly is Trevor Slattery?"
Jackson set up the tripod, turned on the Sony camera, then obediently sat in his chair and waited for the actor who had played the leader of the Ten Rings to arrive.
He was an employee of ABC Television, sent specifically to interview Trevor Slattery—a little-known third-rate actor who had become a household name by playing the infamous terrorist leader.
Less than twenty minutes later, Trevor, dressed in a yellow prison uniform, entered his private cell. Because he had informed on others, the judge had shown leniency and granted him special treatment: a spacious, clean solitary cell decorated like an actor's dressing room, with the costume he had worn as the Mandarin hanging on the wall. Compared to the other prisoners' quarters, this place was practically a presidential suite.
Behind the short, thin old man followed a tall, burly Black man named Herman. He was Trevor's loyal fan and butler, responsible for protecting him, bringing his meals and water, and cleaning up after him.
Surprisingly, after being thrown into prison, this third-rate actor had managed to fool quite