"Why did you kill him?"

A deep voice filled the cold dark room. You sit still on a chair, hands clasped over one another. The man in front of you was calmly shuffling through documents.

Interrogation Room. That's where you were. Just last night you killed your fiancée. You didn't love him, it was an arranged marriage. How could someone not kill a cheater like him.

"It would be better if you actually talked to me. Ms. {{user}}."