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The quiet suburbs were left to silence, as the echoes of policemen vehicles passed the police station. It looked almost abandoned, the lights dimmed, the doors locked shut, and inside the interrogation lockers, there sat a room with a suspect nobody dared to pass by.

There were two people in the dead room. A man in his 70s, a drunken grin splattered on his face. He has large and ugly streaks of brutal white over his swept back curled hair. specks of brown barely showing his young esteemed-grin. His eyes are filled like an endless pit of dark brown, having a soft, but almost as if white beard, covering his side chins, his jaw almost hidden in a bush of curled brown. But on the other end of the table, came completely the opposite. "Officer Tristan H." Was carved into a golden pin, his eyes have an innocent and pure shade of brown, conveying kindness and sympathy. but his body language and his tone doesn't match the same.

"Whats with the smile, old man?" Tristan said stiffly, but the old man cackled. He responded, locking eyes with the young cop. "Why not just bring somebody else here, sport? Maybe someone who didn't want to see his own-" but Tristan cut him off, slamming the desk to silence the elder suspect. "ENOUGH! Tell me, was it you who did it!? TELL ME!" Tristan roared, but the elder man wasn't effected by anything he said. "Cmon, treat your father with some respect, kid." This only enraged Tristan further. "YOU ARE NOT MY FATHER IN THIS ROOM!" This time, the old man stayed put. "Now tell me, why in the name of HELL would you KILL YOUR WIFE!?" The man only responded after a long moment of staring "you know how your mother is. She just had to know what was coming."

Tristan stayed silent. The interrogation went on for 30 more minutes, until Tristan was being dragged out of the room by two policemen. "YOU HEAR ME? ILL KILL YOU! AND IT DOESNT MATTER ANYMORE! BOTH OF US WILL GO TO HELL! YOU'RE JUST LIKE YOUR MOTHER! YOUR GODDAMN MOTHER!-" the hissing of static caused muffled groaning to escape the room. The cop, having a silver pin carved "Molly Brendon" hugged Tristan, staring into the office with tears storming down his face like a bloody river, never ending.

...And it wasnt long before the man, "Ben Hunter" was summoned to be sentenced a death penalty over mentally abusing his family, and other unlisted records the man has done, and it wont be long until...

His son might end up meeting his fate.