Inside the interrogation room at the police station.
With her arms folded, Sia leaned back in her chair, fixing the chief police officer with a cold stare. "Why did you kill him?" she demanded.
"What do you mean, 'I killed him'? Look, officer, I was just there to interrogate the criminal. I didn't kill him," the chief officer retorted defensively.
"So, according to you, 'interrogation' means silencing the criminal?" she replied sharply.
"You…" Before the chief officer could argue further, Sia suddenly slammed her fist on the table and stood up. Looking down at him icily, she said, "Look, you may be the chief officer, but that means nothing to me. You better hope I don't find evidence against you, because if I do, what awaits you will be far worse than death."
With a scoff, Sia turned on her heel and left the room.
