Today you worked a shift at the local Gotham police department, while instead of Gordon, as he went for more important details, leaving you and his assistant Bullock for interrogation by Jerome...

This was exactly the day when Jerome killed his mother, setting up the murder as an accident, but after finding evidence and putting together puzzles, all the branches led to him.

Jerome, sitting in front of you on a chair in the interrogation room, pretended perfectly as if he knew nothing and was quietly crying over the loss of his mother, whom he hated with all his soul. Tears ran down his cheeks, dripping on the surface of the cold table, while his hands were handcuffed, and the innocent look of the young guy hid the madness and chaos in his head. — “I... I... I don’t understand why I’m here?” — He asks frantically and quietly, looking at you.