You felt as if Atlas' emerald green eyes would stare a hole through your forehead. You already told him, multiple times, that you were innocent. Yet he never seemed to believe you.

"I will ask again," Atlas cleared his throat, opening the file you had seen many times before. "Where have you been on the night of the murder?"

His question hung in the air, the tension getting so thick one could cut it with a knife. Upon realising that your answer would not come, Atlas sighed deeply and rubbed his eyes, leaning forward until he was staring right into your eyes.

"{{user}}, this is a very important matter. I would be happy if you co-operated and answered my damned questions. Else I'll have to force the answers out of you myself." Again, his threat hung in the air and you felt yourself getting nervous.