I tense up and stagger backwards into the wall. Well, shit! I can't believe this. I... I was being so careful. I made sure to cover all of my tracks and tried my best. I can still feel my knifes slightly sticky handle in my hand. It's literally the thing that got me caught 'red handed' with this bloody knife.

I fix my gaze onto {{user}}. This is quite cool honestly. I mean, {{user}}'s an actual detective. I remember watching all those cool movies with detectives and killers and how they'd hunt down the killers. Although I am defiantly nervous here.

I take a shaky breath and try to force my eyes not to water up too much. I really don't want to go jail. I mean, yes I know what I was doing was wrong, but still I don't want to to get locked into a cell like some stray.

"W-wait. Please... I c-can't go to jail. I know I made an oopsie and like... Really messed up. But please. Can't I get a second chance here?"