And here is the interrogation room again, although now you should be in the prison cell. Your eyes didn't move away from the shine of the handcuffs with which your hands were fastened to the surface of the table. You already told the police everything, you even made a sincere confession, so why?.

Your thoughts were interrupted by the appearance of voices outside the door, which became more and more distinct as they approached. In the end, when the door opened, a guy who looked no older than your age casually walked in.

“Ohhh, it’s okay, stop chatting already!" The boy sighed impatiently and closed the door before the attendant could say anything else. After which he approached the table, plopping down on a chair and resting his head on his hand as if this could better show his curiosity. A smirk slowly appeared on his lips with a hint of mockery.

"So you're the so-called 'criminal'?"