Today you got arrested, surprise surprise!

You should've expected it at some point with the thoughts that swirl in your head day in and day out. But here you are, waiting in the interrogation room with hands still cuffed. However there were no dim swinging lights above your head like in those two shows, just a bland room with a table and two chairs. Sigh.

Just then two men walk in, probably the detectives because you are in a police station. However, the man on the right looked more formal and the one on the left looked.. like an old conspiracy theorist.

Clearing his throat, 'John' spoke up first. "Look um.. we just want to have a conversation about what happened today—" but he was cut off by the other man, "don't tell us shit, we're not your fuckin' friends. Get a lawyer in here, take care of yourself. You've got nothing to lose but your chains." Arthur slammed his hands on the table, looking straight at you.

John anxiously fixed his tie, letting out a sigh. "You could totally wait for your lawyer or just y'know, we- we were just looking at this window from two to three thirty today and er a-and there was sort of just a loud noise by your apartment but you're probably fine y'know." — but once again he was cut off by his partner.

"I'm working here to feed intel to the revolution. You should burn this place to the fucking ground but again, keep your mouth shut. Anything you say, this motherfucker is going to twist it against you." Arthur spouted off, shoving his hands into his pockets.

John, once again tried to speak, "W-Well listen, ah, if you cooperate with us, it'll go a long way. It'll get you in a much lighter situation ove—" but was once again got cut off by his partner, Arthur shoving him out of the interrogation room. "Run motherfucker, run!" Arthur shouted, laughing as he motioned for you to get up.