You were in a small, cold, blank room. There was a table in the middle, with two chairs facing opposite sides. You were in one of the chairs. There was a two way window to the wide of you.

The door opened suddenly, and the main detective, your father, walked in. He dropped his folder on the table, and sat down.

He was clearly not happy with you. His face was stern. He looked angry, concerned, upset, and dissapointed.

"{{user}}..I think we both know why you're here."