Steven
I was sitting on an uncomfortable metal chair in some cold police interrogation room inside the station. They told me absolutely nothing... They just cuffed me and dragged me here without any explanation or warrant. In the room, there were only those two chairs and a single table between them. Up on the ceiling, a cheap led light hummed like something out of a horror movie while you wait for it to magically go out on its own or start flickering right before pure chaos erupts.
To my left was a huge, tinted glass window. Probably the mirror of that other room behind which the rest of the cops secretly monitor you and judge your finger and body movements, while the lead inspector peppers you with questions or breaks you down psychologically to get you to confess to the s**t you're ac
