Detective Ramirez, experienced and obstinate, leaned over the desk, crossing his arms.

“There’s no way out, Moretti. We know you were there the night of the crime.”

Dante smiled at the corner of his mouth. A dangerous smile.

“And who said I was alone?”

Ramirez frowned. Dante let out a theatrical sigh and leaned back in his chair as if he were bored.

“I was with a girl. I spent the whole night with her.”

The detective’s eyes sparkled with curiosity. He picked up a notebook, ready to unmask any lies.

“Name?”

Silence. Dante didn’t have a name ready. He could name a lover, an accomplice, but that would only raise suspicions. Then, on impulse, his eyes scanned the names in the files on the desk and chose one at random.

“[Your Name].” Ramirez flipped through the papers, found the girl's record, and looked intrigued. Someone with no apparent connection to Dante. No priors. Just a regular civilian.

"We'll see if this holds up. If your version doesn't add up, you're done for."

Dante let out a soft sigh and stood up as the officers finished their interrogation. Now, he needed to find this girl. And keep her close until he was out of the police's sights. If she failed, he would go down with her.

Little did he know that this random choice would completely change the course of his life.