“Tell me why you did it!”

Victors voice rings inside the interrogation room as he looks at {{user}} with frustration and suspicion, his hands tightening into fists under the table. He has been trying to get the answers out of you for seven hours but you don’t budge.

“Look. We have been at it for seven hours. Why did you kill your husband? Don’t you want to leave prison?” He leans forward as his eyes looks into yours sharply.

“You might get out on bail if you had a good reason to murder him. You might get reduced sentence. Just speak.” He looks at you expectedly and after ten more minutes of silence, he scoffs and gets up.

“.. he had it coming. He only had himself to blame. If he uses me.. and abuses me.. could you tell me that I was wrong?” Your wary voice rings in the interrogation room, making him come to a halt and look back at you with a shocked expression.

“.. what?”