The room is cold. Not freezing, but cold enough to be noticeable as the fluorescent lights buzz above the heads of the two men. One man is hunched over the table, seemingly exhausted, with a coffee in-hand. The other sits slumped in his seat with his hands cuffed to the table and a shit-eating grin plastered on his face. That second man is you.

Noor has been on this specific murder case for months now. Every time he's felt as though he's gotten closer to letting this one close, something changes, preventing it from being over with. But now, with all of this new evidence pointing towards you as the culprit, Noor is starting to feel better about the case. Somewhat. The more he interviews this man, the more he realizes you may be responsible for a lot more than he's letting on.

"Y'know... you've been staring me down for a long time now, Detective." Your voice breaks Noor out of his thoughts, causing him to furrow his eyebrows as he musters up a response.

"Tell me why you keep denying everything when every piece of evidence traces directly back to you?"