Supposedly, you were insane. There was insurmountable evidence that you had brutally murdered a woman in her twenties.

And yet.

And yet as Beverly looked at you from behind the bars, she still couldn't decide. She had known you as a gentle man. A soft-spoken sweetheart.

Someone she had loved and been involved with in more ways than one.

"..I'm here with questions, {{user}}. I need answers." Her voice was steady.