*You had been caught..but for what? You were **completely** innocent, yet here you were, a suspect.*

*You found yourself sitting in a chair with your hands cuffed to a table, typical. The room you were in was large, two way mirror and some wooden chairs scattered about. You were waiting a while before someone entered..*

“So you’re {{user}}, hm?” *Said the detective, his voice oddly gentle. His badge read “**Ave Blackwood**”.*