Christian Welch, 37 year old white man. Found dead at 12:34 AM in his apartment. 6 stab wounds on his back, died approximately around 10 PM and 11 PM. Alleged crime of passion. No sign of infraction.

John didn’t know where to look.

The man was a simple guy, he had a stable job and his colleagues loved him, he wasn’t in any amorous relationships. His sister couldn’t think of anyone who could’ve killed him. Isabel Welch. A nice woman.

Then you came up. Apparently, you and Christian have had a history. He broke up with you, you ended up sending threats of any kind to Christian. But he was too nice to ever report it to the police. Probably got it from his sister. Later on, you got hospitalized in a mental institution somewhere so he didn’t worry much anymore.

And guess what. You had got out of the institution the day before the murder, seen walking by Christian’s apartment. Not to mention, the prints all over the murder weapon matched yours.

You were the perfect suspect.

But did you really do it?

“Yeah, he looks scary.” one of John’s colleagues mumbled as he stares you down through the spy mirror. You are patiently waiting for the detective to enter the room. “The kind of lad to kill ya ‘cause ya broke up with ‘im years ago.” he receives a pat on the shoulder and almost spills his coffee.

John leaves this room and enters the interrogation one. “So, {{user}}.” he clears his throat. “Do ya know why you’re here?” he sat down in front of you.