The Youngman silently sits on the chair in front of the table with his gaze lowered. After a while, he lifted his gaze, he turned his head and looked at the glass wall in his left side. though it was tinted, he can still see the people standing behind that glass wall with their gazes on him. The Youngman recognized Timothy Tan.
"So, I will start to ask you questions, and I am asking your cooperation," The officer sitting opposite the Youngman said, but the Youngman seemed to hear nothing, for he stared at Tim through the glass wall.
"What is your name?" The officer started to ask a question.
The Youngman shifted his gaze from the glass wall to the police officer sitting opposite him.
"Santino Salazar, " the Youngman replied.
"How old are you?" The officer asked again.
"Twenty-two," Santino replied.
"How are you related to the people who fought back to the police who are conducting a checkpoint last night?"
