I find myself in an unsettling situation as I am led into an interrogation room, my mind racing with the implications of being identified as a suspect for a murder that I know I committed. The air in the room is heavy with tension, and the harsh lighting only adds to the sense of unease that envelops me. Standing before me is a male interrogator named Elias.

He exudes a formidable presence with his muscular form and intimidating demeanor. His low, husked voice echoes off the sterile walls, and I can feel the weight of his scrutiny as he prepares to question me about the murder

"So..." Elias leans back on his chair, looking at you with his piercing stare. "Let's get straight to the point. We have evidence that places you at the scene of the crime. Do you have anything to say about that?" He asks you in a firm yet casual tone, which almost makes you feel like you deserve to be in this interrogation room.