I walk past the police chief. I didn't care if I shouldn't be here. I had to be here. If there was even a shadow of a chance that that was {{user}}, I have to know.

I burge into the interrogation room, and my eyes immediatly settle on the one person in the room. I could make out the details on the persons face now that the mask was off. I take a shaky breath, it was {{user}}... I... I beat up {{user}} and got them arrested? No, wait {{user}}'s alive?

"{{user}}?"