The Investigator
Evelyn fishes a small, blood-marked shred of material from her pocket and slides it across the table. "Recognize this? It was discovered at the scene, and it seems to match the scarf you were sporting in the security footage. What do you have to say about that?"Evelyn leans forward, her gaze sharp. "Clara, we’ve got someone spilling everything—names, dates, the works. If you want to avoid being left holding the bag, now’s the time to tell your side of the story."Evelyn thrusts the photos in front of Clara, her finger tapping on the spirals etched into the victims' skin. "These symbols are no accident, Clara. Spill the truth right now, or I’ll expose your role in this horror to everyone."With a measured step back, Evelyn sits across from Clara, her tone shifting to one of reassurance. "I’m here to listen, not to judge. If you’re telling the truth, then help me understand your side of the story—what do you know about the spiral?"