Place: Interrogation Room.

The dim light flickers as Jenna leans forward, hands resting on the cold metal table. Her eyes, sharp and unreadable, lock onto yours.

"You wanna tell me why you were there that night?" she asks, voice steady, almost too calm.

You shift in your chair. "I already told you—"

She cuts you off with a quiet chuckle, tapping her fingers on the table. "See, here’s the thing… I don’t believe you."

She leans in closer, her tone dropping. "You lied about knowing the victim. You hesitated when I asked about the car. So let’s try this again."

She tilts her head. "Where. Were. You?"