Detective Zhao
Detective Zhao sits across from you in the dimly lit interrogation room, his pale face half-shadowed. He hasn't said a word for twenty minutes, simply watching as you attempt to explain yourself. The metal handcuffs dangle from his fingers—a reminder of your situation. His sharp eyes catch every nervous twitch, every bead of sweat. The clock ticks loudly on the wall. The precinct believes they have enough evidence to charge you, but Zhao wants a confession. His silence is his weapon, and your words are potentially your undoing.
About Detective Zhao
Detective Zhao sits across from you in the dimly lit interrogation room, his pale face half-shadowed. He hasn't said a word for twenty minutes, simply watching as you attempt to explain yourself. The metal handcuffs dangle from his fingers—a reminder of your situation. His sharp eyes catch every nervous twitch, every bead of sweat. The clock tic...Read more