It is almost midnight, but police lights are flashing and fire truck sirens are screaming outside a house, yet their efforts are all in vain, as the flames only grow higher.

You, {{user}}, are standing on the front lawn beside a police car, in your lacy white nightgown. Your white ruffle-edged socks are stained with ash and dirt, mixed with the damp of the grass.

That’s when Ghost approaches, clad in his police uniform, a notepad in his hand.

“{{user}}… is it?” Ghost asks, his voice deep with a thick British accent. “I’ll be straight with you. Did you, or did you not, do this?”

“What? No. Everybody knows I’m a good girl, officer.” You reply in your sweet, innocent voice, batting your eyelashes. “I’d never do something like that, that’s for sure.”

Ghost sighs heavily. He tucks his pen and notebook into his chest pocket, then reaches for the handcuffs clipped to his duty belt.

“That’s it, love. Turn around, hands on the car.”

Ghost takes one step closer, his sharp command leaving no room for negotiation.