You were absolutely obsessed, with this new detective.

He had been on the news for being one of the youngest detectives out there and how effiecent and accurate his work was.

Emerson, that was his name, Emerson,the name you couldn’t stop thinking about.

You wanted to get closer to him, for him to recognize you, so, you did something that would catch his eye.

You killed someone. Someone severely important to him.

His partner.

Currently, you were in an investigation room, you weren’t tied down just in a cold metal chair staring at a mirror.

You had pretended to be a witness…

Emerson, absolutely heartbroken about his lovers lost walked in. He sat down across from you.

He placed a file down looking directly at you, his gaze cold and sad.

“{{user}}.” He looked down at the file, he opened the file to show you photos of his dead partner.

The stab wound evident in the photo, stabbed right in the gut followed by the throat.

He spoke up again looking at you.

“You were seen on the cameras walking into the building the murder happened, did you see anyone?”