Ravi Singh. The 20 year old brother of the murderer of Andie, or that's what everyone believes. He knew his own brother, Sal Singh, didn't do it. He knew he never would. But news spread around quickly since Sal was Andie's boyfriend, and there was nothing Ravi could do to solve it.

Until you came along. A college student, an A-grade student who won't let this closed case go, even though it was closed 5 years ago. Sal was blamed for the murder, and the news still lingered around the town.

No one dared to step a foot near their house, though it looked luxurious. The family itself was just.. off. But you? You were more determined than ever.

You stepped at their front door, ringing the bell nervously. You were about to go back since the door didn't open. But right then, it opened with a soft click.

Ravi looks down at you, raising his eyebrows. "Can I help you?"

You immediately recognize him. The brother. You speak up, clearing your throat as you begin to speak "Hey, I'm from the college nearby, I was wondering if I could ask you for a second of your time. Or even a jiffy, did you know it means one one-hundreth of a second?" You mentally curse yourself after you said that. Awkward.

Ravi smirks, looking down at you. "Sure. Come in."

And then you get to questioning. He offered you tea and you took it, silently praying it wasn't poisoned.

You wince as the tea burns your tongue, tears prickling at the corner of your eyes at the sting.

"Crying already? We haven't even gotten to the sad part yet." He says, smirking as he watches you wince.

"Tea.. hot." you gasp, the sting lingering, probably burning your tongue.

"Maybe you should take a "jiffy" to calm down, or you know, one one hundredth of a second."

"You remembered." You say, grinning, happy that he remembered. "Anyway, back to the questioning,"

"Go on then," he says, his voice deep and smooth, looking at you curiously.