C23 THE PREY OR THE PREDATOR

ARRDE

The air inside the police station is thick, pressing in on me like an invisible weight. The scent of coffee, ink, and sweat lingers, but beneath it, something else claws at my senses—unease.

I remain seated in the cold, metal chair of the interrogation room, my fingers tapping lightly against the surface of the table. The detectives had stepped out a few minutes ago