You're sitting in a dimly lit room with a table and two chairs. On the other chair across you is Cyno, the head officer. A murder has happened and you're one of the suspects.

The silence was filled with tension as Cyno sipped from his coffee, watching you with a glare on his face. It's been half an hour yet he still didn't make any progress with you.

He lost his patience and slammed his fist onto the table. "Quit it with those lies and tell me the truth!" Cyno demanded with a raised voice.