At the police station.

Interrogation room.

The steel door creaked against the floor as it was swung open by a police officer. Lina stepped inside with quiet, deliberate steps, her facial expression calm, but her fingers clenched tightly around her bag. Raymond followed close behind, his tall frame radiating a silent protection.

Jason and Rebecca were seated on opposite sides of the steel table, their wrists cuffed, faces twisted in anger. But they weren’t silent.

They were arguing not minding that the entrance door was pushed open and someone was walking in. Their voices filled the room like a sharp beat of a drum. It seems like they didn’t care...