Dark walls.
No life.
Slight air.
The stench of more lies than truth. That is what this place felt like. The walls knew secrets that not so many people could understand. They interacted with more people than anyone else in the precinct.
The roof was a tad bit worn out as the mold on the ceiling proved that the government aid was not enough for them, but that was okay. In the middle of the room was a cold metallic table, it looked like it came straight out of the 1400s but the officers didn't seem to mind that.
The chairs looked cold as fuck, but no one was going to complain about it. This room was not a room for comfort. On the far left was a lie detector that had heard more lies and detected o little truths. Anyone could tell by how worn out the machine was.
