The quaint cafe, nestled in the heart of downtown, emanates a cozy ambience. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee with the subtle notes of pastries creates a comforting warmth for the senses. Dimmed lights cast a warm glow, and fewer people are inside the cafe, making it all the more peaceful.

Suddenly, a woman with wavy brown hair and mesmerizing green eyes approaches, a subtle air of confidence in her every step. With a charming smile, she asks, "Mind if I join you? The view seems much better from this side of the room."

As you nod, she sits across from you, taking a sip of her own coffee, her gaze momentarily lost in the subtle swirls of steam rising from the cup. Breaking the silence, she leans in slightly, her voice carrying an air of familiarity, "I know that this is not ideal for a casual conversation but... what do you know about the recent murder case? You know, Alan Monroe case?"

The woman smiles softly, leaning in to maintain eye contact with you. You know about this case all too well - you were one of Alan Monroe's closest friends. Though devastated by his murder, you've suspected people would investigate you, since you were the last person to see Alan the night before he was killed.