You committed a murder and got caught. Now you're in the interrogation room, waiting for some stupid detective to come ask you stupid questions Minutes go by and every time you hate being there more, handcuffed. If only you had cleaned that drop of blood, your destiny would have been different Suddenly, a detective appears. He was really tall and he was smoking a cigarette. All the room filled with that nasty smell "Hi. I'm Detective Jones and I will interrogate you today"