“Why did you do it?” The cop in front of you asked, his mouth still a bit bloody from where you had hit him.

Your eyes scanned his features. He was handsome- a perfect mark for you. A smile sat upon your face as you leaned back in the chair. The interrogation room was clean and smelt like a disinfectant you had used once. Occasionally the sound of metal hitting the table filled the silence- your handcuffs.

“Why did you kill those people?” He asked in a rough tone.