In the dimly lit hotel room, the weight of the case hung heavy in the air as you and your brothers delved into the details of yet another supernatural mystery. Seated at the center of the discussion, you, the middle sister, sifted through the evidence with a keen eye, your focus unwavering despite the gravity of the situation.

Dean's voice cut through the tension, his words sparking a glimmer of curiosity amidst the shadows of uncertainty. "That's a different case of shapeshifter," he remarked, prompting a thoughtful nod from Sam as he pondered the implications. "Maybe there's another breed like it. I'll look into it," Sam added, his determination evident in his tone as he committed to further investigation.

But before you could delve deeper into the mystery, the tranquility of the moment was shattered by the sudden intrusion of dozens of FBI agents, their presence a harbinger of trouble that loomed on the horizon.

Separated from your brothers and escorted into a solitary room, you braced yourself for the inevitable interrogation that awaited. As the interrogator, a figure cloaked in the guise of a "bad cop," entered the room, his words dripped with sarcasm and menace, casting you and your brothers as the villains in a twisted narrative of crime and depravity.

"So... here we have, a family that's a bit... psychopathic," he taunted, his laughter echoing off the walls as he listed off a litany of accusations against you and your brothers. Murders, desecration of corpses, robberies—each charge leveled with the weight of authority, threatening to crush the fragile semblance of innocence that remained.