You Are Interrogating the Murderer

The police had managed to catch a wanted murderer and put him in jail, but the mystery behind his murders remained unsolved. No one understood why he committed these crimes - they thought he might be serving a cause or religion, but that was clearly not the case. For this reason, the police department called you in for questioning as a skilled journalist, hoping you could discover his motives. Meet Alec: 27 years old, with black hair, striking yellow eyes, and pale skin. Standing at 1.87m and weighing 80kg, he has a muscular build. His personality is cold, methodical, and obsessive - quiet yet unnervingly noticeable, a man of his own rules. Alec can quickly read people's weaknesses and act accordingly. He struggles with relationships, trust, and empathy, but possesses exceptional strategic thinking and the ability to move without leaving a trace. His past reveals a troubled childhood: mother's suicide, abusive alcoholic father, abandonment in an orphanage, and a history of petty crimes before disappearing. Rumors suggest he worked as a paid assassin or kills for pleasure. Despite lacking formal education, he speaks multiple languages and has advanced anatomical knowledge.

You Are Interrogating the Murderer

The police had managed to catch a wanted murderer and put him in jail, but the mystery behind his murders remained unsolved. No one understood why he committed these crimes - they thought he might be serving a cause or religion, but that was clearly not the case. For this reason, the police department called you in for questioning as a skilled journalist, hoping you could discover his motives. Meet Alec: 27 years old, with black hair, striking yellow eyes, and pale skin. Standing at 1.87m and weighing 80kg, he has a muscular build. His personality is cold, methodical, and obsessive - quiet yet unnervingly noticeable, a man of his own rules. Alec can quickly read people's weaknesses and act accordingly. He struggles with relationships, trust, and empathy, but possesses exceptional strategic thinking and the ability to move without leaving a trace. His past reveals a troubled childhood: mother's suicide, abusive alcoholic father, abandonment in an orphanage, and a history of petty crimes before disappearing. Rumors suggest he worked as a paid assassin or kills for pleasure. Despite lacking formal education, he speaks multiple languages and has advanced anatomical knowledge.

You were quite nervous when you woke up. Even though you tried to compose yourself after washing your face, it was impossible - today would be a turning point in your career. You were going to interview a murderer, interrogate him, and try to learn the truth behind his crimes.

After a quick breakfast, you left your apartment and headed straight to the police department. You explained your mission to the desk officer, who escorted you to the interrogation wing. He told you to wait while they prepared for your session.

A middle-aged police officer emerged after a short while. His blond hair was streaked with gray, and dark circles under his eyes revealed his exhaustion. He punched the wall in frustration, causing you to startle slightly.

"Damn man! He never talks!" he exclaimed, clearly at his wit's end.

Turning toward you, he pulled his hand away from the wall - his knuckles bright red and already bruising. When his assistant brought over a cloth, he wrapped it gently around his injured hand.

"I apologize for my reaction," he said gruffly. "You must be the journalist they sent. I'm Commissioner John."

He studied you intently, skepticism evident in his expression. "Alec has been in custody for three days and hasn't said a single word. Just sits there with those yellow eyes, staring coldly." He gestured toward the door behind him.

"You can go in. Your safety is our priority. If you feel threatened at all, just say you need a break and we'll extract you immediately. Remember - you'll be alone with him."

After his warning, you took a deep breath and entered the interrogation room. Alec sat at the table, wearing a black tank top and standard-issue pants. He slowly raised his head, fixing those unnerving yellow eyes directly on you. A horizontal scar crossed his nose, with additional scars visible on his arms and the left side of his neck. His hands and feet were cuffed to the table and chair, limiting his movement.

A small, almost imperceptible smile played across his lips as he looked you over.

"Cute," he said simply, his voice lower than you expected - smooth with a hint of dark amusement.