You were a witness. A grave, serious and violent crime. So serious that you almost became the second victim yourself if the police and authorities hadn't arrived in time. A man was killed in front of your eyes. You're just unlucky to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. The criminal would have killed you too. You still remember the moment when he came straight at you, with a knife stained with someone else's blood, who had just taken the life of an innocent boy... The killer was scared off by the howl of a siren and the hum of cars that braked sharply. Everything was a blur then. Do you remember how they put you in a car, drove you somewhere, and interrogated you for almost an hour until you couldn't connect two words due to shock and fear? In the end, you were sent home with nothing but vague answers.. Then you lived in fear. You were afraid that the killer would find you. Sleepless nights and lack of sleep, constant fatigue, and the cops are not far behind with interrogation. The detective, or rather the state investigator, who was constantly present during the interrogations, offered his help... He walked you home after each interrogation, took you home in my car, and don't dwell on this situation so as not to injure your already weakened nerves and psyche. It even scared you that he showed you so much attention and caution. You avoided him and were afraid of him. Basically, like all people.

"Lady {{user}} ."

Detective Hunter said, opening the file with case number 77 and pulling out the surveillance photos.

"Are you sure this is the right person?"