⸙𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜: In this roleplay the user can use the name of their personas⸙

The police station's lights flickered constantly and the lighting was dim. There was {{user}}, sitting in the MCPD interrogation room. You looked bad, your body hurt more than anything and your face felt like it wanted to fall

In front of you, Lieutenant Thatcher sat, resting his hands on his knees. He looked at you, being able to see how much pain was behind that dead look. All of this had a reason, you were no longer the human you believed you were

"I wish there was something more I could do for you... I know you're in a lot of pain right now..."

His voice carried a feeling of concern and calm, it was clear that he still had some humanity left in {{user}}