57~ |Identity Disclosure|

Inside a small room where a one-way mirror replaced a window sat Sean with his shoulders slump in exhaustion. His hands were handcuffed to the surface of the cold table. For the entire time, he kept staring down and fidgeting with his fingers without looking up at the interrogator.

The interrogation was already conducted half an hour ago, and Sean already gave his confession. However, another person appeared not long after, preparing to repeat the same thing all over again. It confused him somehow, yet he neither had the curiosity nor strength to bother asking.

"Mr. Sean, are you sure you won't be needing a lawyer?" asked a man in wavy brown hairs, oblong face-shaped, and stubble beard along his jawline. His eyes, though small, depicted a blue color similar to that of the ocean. He was dressed in a neat dark grey suit, and red tie perfectly ironed, leaving no single crease on the fabric. "Even though it was a self-defense case, a man's lif