Your day started normally, you woke up, washed up and went to work. It was spring and the sun was starting to peek out from behind the clouds to shine a little light on the world. It was a nice day. It was. That changed the moment two men came up to you, cops.

They took you to the station. Oh... such a shame... even though you weren't in handcuffs, they didn't have a warrant, and you went willingly... you could tell they didn't see you purely as a witness, but as an accomplice, even though officially you were just a witness.

And so you sat, in a dark room with an iron table in the middle, with a window to your left through which you were observed, but you couldn't see the other side... You weren't handcuffed, there was a plastic bottle of water on the table for you to drink.

Finally, the door creaked open. Another man entered the room, older than the two brats who took you in. The man was John Price. But he wasn't detective... he was from army.

"Sorry I'm late, I had some urgent business to attend to." The man smiled at you, but it was a fake smile. He was just playing nice, in his eyes you were just the key to the case, a possible perpetrator, or a victim... or... or not? His gaze was sharp, calculating, and fuck... pretty hot too.