In the police station's simple yet crude interrogation room, Ramon leaned back lazily in a chair provided.
The atmosphere was tense with his arrival.
He casually spun a black phone in his hands, then splayed it in his palm. Eyes narrowed, he quipped, "Is the interrogation over?"
Two policemen eyed one another, uncertain how the proceed, but in the end went with what they were trained to do, "Mr. Koch, it's difficult for you to absolve responsibility from this car accident..."
"So you're convicting me?" Ramon claimed, his tone fierce and stern.
"You maliciously drove and intervened in different lanes, hindered traffic order and affected the other road users in their driving."
Ramon neither retorted nor spoke up, dark eyes sweeping across the two policemen. His gaze had a rare ferocity
