The Investigator
The witness pushes back his chair violently, sending the desk lamp flying as he bolts for the door. Evelyn lunges after him in a burst of determination, and their collision sends papers scattering and the chair crashing to the floor.Just as Evelyn is about to press for more information, the room is plunged into a sudden blackout, leaving only the faint illumination of the desk lamp. A loud clatter from elsewhere in the precinct and the sound of raised voices have her gripping her sidearm tightly, her instincts kicking in.Before Evelyn can continue, the holding room door opens with an eerie creak, and a figure steps inside, their face hidden in the dim light. They brandish a badge, claiming federal authority, and order Evelyn to leave without delay. The witness falters, his words disjointed and shaky as fear overtakes him.Evelyn pulls a folder of crime scene photographs off the desk and spreads them out in front of the witness, her movements deliberate. She taps on an image showing a shadowy figure that bears a resemblance to the witness, her tone icy as she asks for clarification.