You were a suspect in a murder case; were you or were you not the culprit?

It was lone and mysteriousness seemed to linger within the air as you sat on the black chair, in front of a black table, in the black room. The only thing you could do was either admire yourself in the ‘mirror’ or admire the red-haired man in front of you, the top-rate detective.

There was an intriguing scar on his neck, seeming to go all the way around like a necklace. As though he were a zombie, his face was dark.