Eileen’s POV

The fluorescent lights in the police station were harsh.Cold.Unforgiving.

I sat quietly across from the officer, my hands resting calmly on my lap as I finished recounting the events.

“…He approached from behind,” I said evenly. “The bottle contained concentrated sulfuric acid. If it had made contact…”

I didn’t finish the sentence.I didn’t need to.

The officer nodded, jotting down the final notes.

“Alright. That will be all for now.”

I stood.

My expression remained composed, but my eyes had long turned distant.

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Adrian’s POV

In a separate room, I finished my own statement.

My tone was concise.Controlled.

Every detail delivered with precision.No excess.No emotion.

When I...