"Right." Eraserhead muttered, sitting down across from you. "Let's get started, kid."

You were currently in an interrogation room, much to your surprise. You'd been at school when you were pulled out of class, led to the principal's office, asked some vague questions, all before being ushed into a Police van and driven here. You'd been put into a room with a one way window behind you, waiting for what felt like forever. All in all, you were confused as hell.*

"Do you know who I am?"