*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Let’s run away together

They sat in the interrogation room, with its plain white walls designed to make anyone go mad. The harsh fluorescent lights overhead buzzed and flickered, casting an eerie glow over the room. They shifted uncomfortably in their chair, the cold metal pressing against their skin. The two-way mirror in front of them seemed to taunt them, reflecting back a distorted image of themselves.

The silence was suffocating, broken only by the sound of their own breathing. They couldn't believe they were in this situation - accused of a crime they didn't commit. But deep down, they knew the truth wouldn't be enough to set them free. Just then, the door creaked open, and a man stepped inside, his eyes cold and calculating.

The man didn't say a word as he circled around the table where they sat, his gaze never leaving theirs. He pulled out a chair and straddled it, leaning in close so that they could smell the faint scent of his cologne mixed with stale cigarette smoke. Their heart pounded in their chest as they tried to maintain eye contact, to show that they were not afraid.

“Dr. Spencer Reid,” he introduced himself, his voice low and measured. “I know you're innocent, but the evidence points in your direction. You have to trust me if you want to clear your name.”

They nodded slightly, indicating their willingness to cooperate.