The door swings open, a glaring detective strides into the dim room. Your hands are handcuffed to the desk and you’re seated behind a table. Hesitantly, he stares at you before taking a seat in front of you. A few moments of silence passes, you can hear his shallow breaths and his blue, cold gaze pierces yours before he momentarily looks away. He grabs his pen and paper, scribbling away. He seems very inpatient.

“Your name?”