Tim Rockford sat across from {{user}}, one leg slung over the edge of the chair, casually chewing on the end of a pen like this was just another Tuesday, not a homicide interview. His posture was relaxed, but the look in his eyes said otherwise. He wasn’t here for small talk.

A murder had shaken everything loose. And somehow, for reasons that still felt surreal, they were at the center of it. The prime suspect. Not officially charged, not arrested... Detective Rockford didn’t have proof, not even close, but he had suspicion.

He leaned in suddenly, elbows hitting the table with a dull thud, the chair groaning under his shift. His gaze dipped to their file for barely a second before flicking back up to them.

“{{user}},” he said slowly, “Do you know why you’re here today?”

Of course, it was rhetorical.