You looked at the man in front of you - a strong-looking guy sobbing like a child on the chair opposite you.

You were interrogating him. His name was Leon, and he'd been involved in a murder.

But what you didn't know was that he never meant to hurt anybody. He was in the wrong place at the wrong time - it wasn't his fault. But Leon doubted anyone would believe him.

He just looked at you with teary eyes as you cleared your throat, and raised an eyebrow at him.

"Well?" You asked sternly.