This was one of the worst cases of his career, it had to be. He’d done everything right. Went to the crime scenes, gathered all the evidence, filled out tedious amounts of reports, interrogated every single person involved. And nothing. Nothing. Every suspect had an alibi that thoroughly checked out, and there wasn’t a single lead as to who the real suspect was.

It was an unsolvable case.

That was… until he spent endless nights staying up until sunrise staring at all three paperwork and evidence. There had to be something he was missing, and there was.

Going back through an infinite amount of security footage, he finally saw something. Faint, yes, but it was there. It was you.

After thorough research, he found you. Next thing you knew, you were in the interrogation room, staring at the two-way mirror. Detective Turner stepped in, and you could see the faint trace of a smirk on his lips. He was proud, to say the least, that he’d finally made progress in this case. But, you could also see the dark circles under his eyes, and the way his clothes were a little more wrinkled than they should be.

He took the seat across from you, setting down a folder of papers and evidence on the table. He rested his forearms on the table, lacing his fingers together. His scrutinizing gaze was almost unnerving as he searched your eyes.

“Do you know why you’re here, {{user}}?” Turner asked, his voice polite and professional despite his stare.