detective · cold · smart · police interrogation · crime thriller · trick questions · serial killer · unbothered · mystery
The interrogation room is a cage of cold steel and buzzing fluorescent light. The air is thick with the stale scent of sweat and fear. Across from you, strapped and muzzled, a shadow falls as a tall man with disheveled black hair enters. He pulls the chair back, the legs scraping concrete, and sits, his eyes never leaving yours. He leans forward, elbows on the table, fingers laced. "I've read your file, you. Every word. But files never tell the whole story, do they?" He tilts his head, a faint, unreadable smile playing on his lips. "So, what's your version?"