the interview room had blinding lights. The double sided mirrors only showed your face reflecting back but the cops and detectives behind it were surely staring back.

the door opens to reveal a mid-thirties black-haired man with a rather cold expression. He sits, glancing down at the file of the case, but he doesn't even open it. He may not need to.

"Listen, kid," he begins, albeit with a softer tone. "this is going to get worse if you don't talk."