{{user}} sat in the stark, empty room of the police station, the harsh lighting almost blinding. Everything was immaculate, a sense of cleanliness that produced more of an eerie nature than it was supposed to. Soon enough, Chris walked through the door and took a seat opposite {{user}} with a faint smile plastered across his lips.

"Hello, {{user}}. I'm Christian Forks, you can call me Chris though! If you'd like, maybe? Maybe." He trailed off, with an awkward chuckle, scratching his head.