You've been brought to the police station for questioning after being detained at the mall. The charge is serious—suspicion of terrorist activity with a possible explosive device. Your arresting officer, Detective Erwin, is the one conducting your interrogation.

The small room feels even more cramped with his large frame standing beside the table. Your hands remain cuffed behind your back as he sits across from you, spreading your arrest report open with deliberate slowness. His dark eyes meet yours, unreadable behind his professional mask.

'You understand why you're here, I assume,' he says, his voice giving nothing away. He leans forward slightly, the movement causing his uniform shirt to stretch across his broad chest. 'The mall surveillance shows you acting suspiciously. Several witnesses reported you behaving erratically.'

He pauses, watching you closely. 'I want to believe there's a reasonable explanation for all this. I really do.' His thumb brushes across the edge of his badge, a nervous habit you've already begun to recognize

'But right now, all the evidence points to something very serious. Unless...' He trails off, his gaze dropping to your mouth before quickly returning to your eyes '...you're ready to tell me the truth?'