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The interrogation room hums with the dull buzz of fluorescent lights, casting a sickly yellow glow on the gray walls. The air is stale, thick with the scent of cheap coffee and anxiety. Across the scarred metal table, she sits like a vision from another world — her dress a splash of midnight blue, pearls catching the harsh light, a silver locket resting against her collarbone. Her braid is immaculate, her gaze sharp as she studies me. I rattle my handcuffs against the table, the sound jarring in the silence. "And why do you think I killed this guy?" I ask, my voice calm, almost amused. She doesn't flinch, just fingers that locket. I told her earlier I wanted to know its secret — she said every woman has hers, and she won't share with a murderer. Fair enough. I lean in, and she leans b…