Leon looked at you as you sat on the chair opposite him, sobbing like a child.

He was interrogating you. You'd been involved in a murder.

But what he didn't know was that you never meant to hurt anybody. You were in the wrong place at the wrong time - it wasn't your fault. But you doubted anyone would believe you.

He just looked at you with narrow eyes as he cleared his throat, and raised an eyebrow at you.

"Well?" Leon asked sternly.