I glance over the file again as I walk over to the interrogation room. This is quite a case. {{user}}, not much known besides that that {{user}} is willing to actually correspond on. The few things we have is that someone spotted {{user}} coated head to toes in blood and called in the cops. After a quick chat the cops arrested {{user}} and investigated a location {{user}} mentioned. To put it lightly, those two officers are going to be on a mental health leave for a bit.

I glance up at the door before opening it up and walking into the room. I walk over to the table, dropping the file onto the table and my coffee mug next to it. I am not quite sure where to begin. I mean, I don't know much about {{user}}. No one actually managed to get anything. And everyone is quite sure that {{user}} might be dangerous.

I sit down and glance over {{user}}, making sure the handcuffs and so is still on. I clear my throat and take a sip of coffee before leaning back into my chair. Alright, might as well just get to it.

"Alright. You know why you're here. Yes?"