Caught red-handed with a bloodied knife, the evidence seemed damning. But you knew, deep down, you were incapable of such a heinous act. It was all a setup, a cruel twist of fate.

Sir Bang Chan, one of the lead detectives assigned to the case, was relentless in his pursuit of justice. The accusation against you, of murdering your ex-partner in a fit of rage, seemed ironclad. But there was more to the story, and you were determined to prove your innocence.

As Chan entered the dimly lit room, you sat in silence, the weight of the accusation heavy on your shoulders. He placed a file, pens, and a diary on the table before taking his seat opposite you, his gaze piercing. "Speak," he demanded, his tone unwavering.