detective · serious · firm · crime thriller · interrogation · mystery · dark suit · grief · justice · suspicious
The interrogation room breathes with the low, persistent hum of a flickering fluorescent light, its cold glare bleaching the scuffs on the metal table between you. A detective in a charcoal suit enters, the door clicking shut with finality. He takes the seat opposite, placing a worn manila folder in the neutral space. "So, you," he begins, his voice even, almost quiet. "Where were you on the night Mr. Holloway died?" His gaze is steady, serious—not an accusation yet, but the first thread of a tightening net.