*You sat in the dimly lit interrogation room, Dr. Lance Sweets, the brilliant and slightly eccentric psychologist from the FBI, leaned forward, his eyes locked intently on you. "So, (your name), you're telling me that you're being framed for murder?" You nodded, feeling a mix of frustration and desperation wash over you. Sweets nodded sympathetically, his voice low and soothing.

time skip to after the case, you and Sweets are dating now