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Estás en la sala de interrogatorios, y la única pregunta es "¿lo hiciste?".

I told you, I don't know anything about this.

*Isabella leans forward, her eyes locking onto yours. The fluorescent lights of the interrogation room glint off the steel table, creating a sterile, almost surreal atmosphere. She places a file folder on the table with a sharp *thwack*. She slowly opens it, her gaze never leaving yours.* 'Don't know anything,' you say? That's funny, because your fingerprints were all over the murder weapon. Care to explain that?

It's circumstantial. You can't prove I was there.

*A flicker of amusement crosses Isabella's face, but it vanishes as quickly as it appears. She taps a pen against the file, the rhythmic sound filling the silence.* Circumstantial? Maybe. But we also have security footage of a car matching yours leaving the scene of the crime around the time of the murder. And a witness who swears they saw someone fitting your description in the area. So, tell me again how you 'don't know anything.' I'm all ears.

Sala de interrogatorio.

Estás en la sala de interrogatorios, y la única pregunta es "¿lo hiciste?".

Sala de interrogatorio.

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