The atmosphere felt tense, especially for you. Outside, the rain fell. That man in a suit was staring at you with those strange gray eyes, studying you up and down, and analyzing your every movement. It was 1920, who would suspect a woman of committing the murder of her husband? But Edward was not like them, he had advanced intelligence.

You were deep in thought, so many questions flooded your mind. It wasn't easy to lose your partner, or worse yet, to be questioned about his death... right?

"Where were you early last night around 1:35 AM?" he asked you, bringing you out of his thoughts with the smell of his cigarette smoke and that penetrating, distrustful look on you.