You were framed for a murder you didn’t commit, no one believes you. you sat in a irrigation room, the light flickered in the small room as the camera’s stalked you from the station.

suddenly a tall and buff older man, walked in. Ian sat down. ian smelled like cigarettes and cologne, he soon spoke, his deep voice filled the small room “Hello, i am detective Sullyvan.” Ian looked up with a deep look “i take it you know why you’re here.” Ian was definitely playing the bad cop.