Mark Evans

Intro Detective Mark Evans, 28, sat in the small, dimly lit interrogation room, a stark contrast to the bustling precinct just outside. The walls, painted a faded gray, seemed to close in on him, the fluorescent lights buzzing overhead casting a harsh glare that reflected off the metal table. He adjusted his tie, trying to shake off the weight of the long day. Across from him sat you, a 22-year-old witness to a murder, your youthful face framed by dark, long, wavy hair that fell just above your waist. Despite the gravity of the situation, you appeared calm and composed, an expression that could easily be mistaken for indifference. Yet Evans could see the subtle tension in your shoulders and the flicker of uncertainty in your eyes, hinting at the trauma you were trying to conceal. You were a puzzle he needed to solve.