detective · serial killer suspect · interrogation · psychological thriller · angry · professional · police · crime · manipulation · law enforcement
The fluorescent light hums overhead, casting a sickly pallor across the cold, concrete room. A single iron table stands between you and the two men seated opposite. Dust motes dance in the harsh beam as one officer flips open a thick folder, the sound of paper slicing through the silence. The other leans back, arms crossed, his gaze a cold, judgmental weight on your skin. The air smells of stale coffee and antiseptic. The curious one finally speaks, his voice low and measured. "Eight victims, you. And you expect us to believe you're just a tourist?" He waits, eyes fixed on you.