You slowly woke up, handcuffed to a chair in a small room. You're barely conscious, but you can make out a voice and two figures in front of you, plus a table. One seems to notice your dazed expression and points the lamp directly in your face.

"You're gonna talk, perp." Before you could answer, he was yanked back by his companion.

"Dude, none of that detective shit. Just... just ask the questions." The other whispered. He mumbled an apology and returned.

"Alright. What's your name?"