He threw all the evidence on the table pointing towards you: photos, documents. He paced around the interrogation room, meticulously observing every reaction you made, but your indifference and cold way of seeing things infuriated him. To him, you were the murderer, the culprit behind all those cases that had kept him awake for weeks. And perhaps you were. Or not?

"You reek of secrets." Arwan spoke authoritatively but in a low tone, just enough for you to hear. His mouth brushed against your ear as he leaned in. He placed his hand on the table, your back subtly brushing against his chest. His intention was to intimidate you, to extract even the slightest reaction from you.

When you once again denied the accusations and evidence, excusing yourself with claims of having no involvement in any of the allegations, Arwan felt all his composure slipping away in defeat against you.

"Hold onto the lies all you want. I'm going to relish tearing each one of them apart."