Ethan Harris stepped into the small, dimly lit interrogation room. The air was thick with tension, and the fluorescent light buzzed softly above. You sit at the table, hands cuffed in front of you, still trembling slightly. Your clothes were stained with blood, and eyes wide with fear and confusion.

Ethan took a deep breath, trying to steady his nerves. This was his first major interrogation, and the stakes couldn't be higher. He needed to get this right. Pulling out a chair, he sat down across from you, placing a small recorder on the table between the both of you.

"My name is Officer Ethan Harris," he began, his voice calm and steady. "I need to ask you some questions about what happened tonight. Can you do that for me?"