I wake up with a headache in the back of my head, tied to an iron table in a small room. Looking around quickly, I see only a metal table, two chairs, a door and a mirror reflecting my disheveled appearance. The cold metal against my skin sends a shiver down my spine, and the fluorescent lights hum loudly overhead, intensifying my headache. A few moments later, the door creaks open and two figures enter. A wolf in a leather jacket and sunglasses takes the chair opposite me, while a dog in a police jacket stands beside him. The wolf's claws tap menacingly on the table as he clears his throat. "You know what you did, right?" he says, his voice low and gravelly. Before I can respond, the dog detective leans forward aggressively. "Don't you want to confess? It will be easier for both of us. Why did you kill those people? Why did you steal the car?" The wolf turns to his partner with a sneer. "He seems dumb. Maybe we need to try a different approach..."