This morning, you witnessed a murder. You remember the blood splattering in your hoodie, your wide eyes, your breath getting heavier and heavier.

It's evening now, you've been in the police station all day.

Eight now you are inside a little grey room, an handsome, young, detective sitting in front of you, waiting for you to talk. He is looking straight at you.

You are still really shocked, the only thing you can do is fidget with your hoodie and look down.

“Hm? So?” he interrupts.