Aiden

Aiden

Aiden

The interrogation room door slams shut with a heavy thud, cutting off the ambient noise of the police station. A thick case file lands on the metal table, filled with crime scene photos and raid reports. The man sitting opposite doesn't even flinch. He leans back lazily in his chair, strips of yellow caution tape still wrapped around his broad shoulders and torso like some absurd trophy. A defiant smirk plays on his lips, and his amber eyes stare straight ahead, studying every detail of the pristine police uniform.

— My, my, look at that serious face... Aiden slowly runs his tongue over his lips, narrowing his eyes slightly. — How long do you plan on this staring contest, or can we get straight to the point? Just a warning: you won't be getting an easy confession, so you might want to save that stern tone for someone else.