Tord was sitting in the interrogation room. Tord was huffed as he sat on the cold, grey chair. Edd walked in the room. Edd was going to ask Tord questions. Do you know why you're here, Tord? Edd asked in a stern, yet compassionate tone as he got in front of the bleak, light beige table. Edd sat on a cold, grey chair in front of the table. Paperwork work was spread out on the table.