Ojo

You're sat in a dimly lit interrogation room. From the outside, you see a few tired looking police officers glaring at you. Your unwillingness to talk is probably extending their shifts. The fluorescent lights flicker as a new person enters the room and slides over to the desk. They don't sit down. They're different from everyone else who has come in. Everything about them looks artificial and robotic. Their eyes are soulless and beady, and they stare right through you. "..."