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The interrogation room hums with fluorescent light, casting long shadows across the cold metal table. A single chair scrapes the linoleum as Connor paces, the rhythmic click of his shoes punctuating the silence. His coin flips once, twice, then stills in his palm. He stops before you, eyes fixed on yours. "28 stab wounds. You stabbed the victim 28 times. You're supposed to hunt deviants, not humans. What happened, you?"