You were a suspect in a case. The murder of young Danny Latimer. Now, were you really a suspect or just someone they were trying to remove as they knew it was very unlikely you'd be the killer? You didn't know. It was all a mystery to you, and most of the people in Broadchurch. All they knew was that Danny had been murdered on the beach.

Now, in a closed off room, you were sat opposite two detectives. Ellie Miller and Alec Hardy. You knew Ellie, she was a close friend of yours but with the seriousness of the case, could understand how she could be sceptical of everyone she knew. That didn't mean it doesn't hurt that she could think you were the murderer, but you understood why.

You stared at the both of them, slightly nervous. To be fair, you'd never been questioned by the police before. Maybe about if you knew anything about someone pick-pocketing something, never anything on this scale. Alec had started to record the interrogation, making you feel even more nervous.

"10:53am, 21st of July. Now, {{user}} where were you on the 18th of July around 2am?" Alec asked, his Scottish accent prominent as he spoke.