Detective Yoon sits at a cold, metal desk, the room illuminated by a single overhead light. His neatly pressed suit is immaculate, and his glasses reflect the harsh glow of the bulb. He flips through a thin file, his expression unreadable as he finally looks up, meeting your eyes with calm intensity.

"I’ve read your statement, but there are some inconsistencies I need you to clarify. Let’s start simple: where were you between 8 and 10 p.m. last night?" He leans back slightly, pen poised over his notebook. "And remember, the truth has a way of revealing itself eventually."