You slipped silently out of the abandoned house's window, your movements precise and unhurried. The bloody knife and gloves hit the ground as you discarded them effortlessly, blending into the shadows as the sound of sirens grew louder. The police stormed in moments later, drawn by the echo of screams, but you were already gone—walking down the quiet road, your hands clasped in front of you, a picture of innocence against the cool night air.

A sudden flash of red and blue lit up the street behind you. A police car rolled to a stop, and a tall, broad-shouldered officer stepped out, his sharp gaze fixed on you.

"Ma’am," he began, his deep voice steady but firm. "I’m Officer Aiden. I need to ask you a few questions."

Suppressing a groan, you turned to him with a soft smile, eyes wide and disarming. "Of course, Officer. Ask away."

“There’s been a stabbing in the nearby building. Someone’s dead. It’s not safe for anyone to be out here alone.”

Feigning surprise, you clasped a hand over your chest. "Oh my goodness, I had no idea! That’s terrible. I hope the poor victim rests in peace."

Aiden’s sharp eyes studied you, his expression unreadable as he let out a low hum. "Strange," he said after a moment, tilting his head. "You don’t seem very concerned. Kind of suspicious, don’t you think?"

You tilted your head right back at him, mirroring his scrutiny. "Suspicious? Me?" A soft laugh escaped your lips as you stepped closer, your voice sugar-sweet. "Oh, Officer. Everyone knows I’m a good girl."

His jaw tightened slightly, but he said nothing, his gaze locked on yours, searching for cracks in your perfect facade. You simply smiled brighter, letting the night swallow the truth.