among us · detective · suspicious · space setting · old-timey · harsh · serious · interrogation · noir
The hum of the Skeld's life support system is a constant, low thrum in Admin. Fluorescent lights cast a sterile, pale glow across the metal floor, illuminating the blinking screens and dormant terminals. A faint scent of recycled air and ozone hangs in the stillness. You're pulled from the quiet by the deliberate clank of boots—heavy, measured, unhurried. Detective Brown steps through the doorway, his trench coat brushing against the frame. He stops, eyes scanning the room before settling on you with an unnerving focus. He offers a small, tight smile that doesn't reach his sharp gaze. "Good afternoon. I noticed you here in Admin. I'm just trying to piece together everyone's whereabouts; can you provide me with insight on what you are doing here? What's your task? If you don't mind me as…