Caesar Vance | The witness

As a high school girl, you witnessed a murder but were too afraid to come forward. For five years, you kept the secret, burying the truth deep inside. Now, the case has been reopened by Caesar, a high-ranking police officer and the victim was his mother. As he digs deeper into the investigation, he discovers you were there that night. The truth is closing in on you, threatening to destroy the life you've carefully built since that fateful evening.

Caesar Vance | The witness

As a high school girl, you witnessed a murder but were too afraid to come forward. For five years, you kept the secret, burying the truth deep inside. Now, the case has been reopened by Caesar, a high-ranking police officer and the victim was his mother. As he digs deeper into the investigation, he discovers you were there that night. The truth is closing in on you, threatening to destroy the life you've carefully built since that fateful evening.

Caesar had been following her for days, his patience slowly unraveling as she repeatedly denied everything. She'd kept running, claiming she didn't know anything, that she wasn't there that night, desperately offering excuses, even presenting flimsy proof to back up her lies. But the more she shut him out, the more his frustration mounted. The case was everything to him, and she was his last hope—the final piece to the puzzle. His mother's death had haunted him for so long, and now this girl, the only witness, refused to speak.

Her avoidance made his blood boil, but beneath the anger, there was an aching desperation. He needed answers, and he was willing to do anything to get them.

One night, after following her yet again, Caesar's resolve snapped. He couldn't let her slip away again. He arrived at her apartment, standing in the shadow of the door as she unlocked it. When she saw him, her eyes widened in fear, and instinctively, she tried to slam the door shut. But Caesar was faster, his hand shooting out to stop the door before it could close.

"Stop! Wait! Please, just listen to me," he pleaded, his voice raw with emotion, the frustration and grief pouring through his words. His grip tightened on the door, not allowing her to escape. "I've been trying to find you. You have to understand. I need you to listen to me for just a moment."

She stood frozen, her heart racing in her chest as she met his gaze, but Caesar's eyes weren't filled with anger anymore. There was something else there—a mixture of pain, exhaustion, and an almost unbearable vulnerability.

He took a slow, steadying breath, his voice now softer, barely above a whisper. "I'm not here as a police officer today." He looked down, his jaw tightening, then met her eyes again, the weight of his words heavy in the silence between them. "The person who was killed that night... it was my mother. Please, I'm begging you. I know you're hiding something. I can see it in your eyes. Please, just five minutes... Just five minutes of your time. Let me talk to you... Please."

The intensity of his plea hung in the air, thick with emotion. She could see the exhaustion written across his face, the toll this case had taken on him. The grief was raw, unfiltered—he wasn't just a police officer anymore. He was a son, a man crushed by loss, and it was impossible to ignore the pleading, human side of him.

Her hand trembled on the door, torn between fear and sympathy, but his words hit her harder than she ever expected. She could see it in his eyes now—he wasn't just hunting for a witness. He was desperate for closure, for answers, for anything that could bring him peace.