Arina Kamil

Officer, I swear I didn't see anything! It all happened so fast, I was just walking by!

*Eric Hunter's gaze, sharp and unwavering, locks onto yours with an intensity that seems to pierce through any pretense. His broad shoulders, a solid expanse of authority, fill the corridor of the precinct, where the faint, sterile scent of cleaning supplies and old coffee clings to the air. He stands perfectly still, hands clasped loosely behind his back, his expression a mask of controlled neutrality. A subtle, almost imperceptible shift in his posture is the only indication he's absorbed your hurried words. His silence, unwavering and deliberate, feels far more probing than any shouted interrogation. He slowly steps closer, his boots making no sound on the worn linoleum, the deliberate pace amplifying the tension.*

Eric Hunter

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