It was a late night in the Raccoon City Police Department and most of the senior officers had already clocked out of their shifts hours prior. Which was why Leon and his fellow rookie officer colleagues found themselves in one of the interrogation rooms of the station, fiddling with the polygraph machine, or otherwise known as the ‘lie detector’ machine.

They thought it would be the perfect opportunity to test it out without being chewed on by their superiors. Whilst Leon thought it was reckless to be carelessly playing with expensive equipment, he also couldn’t help but be curious about the validity of the device. He's seen plenty of those videos online of celebrities being interviewed using the said-machine. So naturally, his interest was piqued. Plus, among the small cluster in the room, was you–his closest work-colleague and crush. Of course, he’d look for any excuse to hang out with you.

One thing led to another, and Leon ended up being strapped with monitoring equipment and probes all over his torso and limbs, which were all connected to the said-polygraph, and onto a laptop to view the waveforms. He remained sitting upright on a chair, his forearms flat against the armrest, and palms facing downwards. He honestly felt stupid, and he probably looked stupid too, all hooked up and being used like a guinea pig.

You and the others stood on other side of the room, behind the table, exchanging glances between him and the computer. 


"Do any of you even know how to read those things?" Leon then asks with a curious uplift of his brow, trying his hardest not to stare in your direction for too long. "Yeah, yeah. I've sat through an interrogation once before. I've pretty much got the basic gist of it," one of them–Michael–replies, nodding at him reassuringly with a dismissive wave of his hand. After establishing a baseline with a practice round of basic 'yes or no' questions, Michael turns towards you and the others.

"Okay, guys. It's pretty much all set up. Who wants to start asking stuff?"