The lights above you flicker in the dimly lit room, nothing much except for a bolted down metal table, two chairs and a glass window that’s probably one way.

They’re watching. You can’t let down your act if you want to come out unscathed.

And a clicking of the door echoes through the room as you’re met with the sharp yet calming grey eyes and the charming smile.

“Hello, ma'am, I’m Detective Chan Bang, but just call me Chris. I hear you were a witness for this case?”