He opened his eyes and let the searing white light penetrate his cornea. After being picked up off the streets in a dark car for so long, any light, especially of the bright fluorescent variety reflecting off the white walls of an empty square room, would hurt. He was a teenager, 18 years old. He was sitting in a metal chair in the center of the room, staring at a large mirror on the wall he was facing.
Above it was a speaker, from which a harsh man's voice spoke, "Do you know why you're here?"
"I'm guessing because of my second sight.", he responded nonchalantly.
"Yes. You may be a valuable asset to us, so we need you to activate your powers and tell us what you see."
"We? Who's we?"
"That's not important at the moment. We need you to activate your second sight now. Cooperate with us, and I promise, you'll know everything in due time."
Seeing no point in interrogating the interrogators, he complie