Inside the interrogation office in the police station, Sandra was seated quietly on the chair looking forward in a daze.
Anyone in that kind of situation would rather be throwing a tantrum but Sandra was different she was seated tracing her steps back to the incident and how it happened and the lingering question of how the mind was.
How??? How could anyhow be so heartless to kill someone in cold blood like that??
Sandra sighed heavily remembering the gore sight she witnessed earlier but she quickly blinked it away, it's not worth it, Sandra thought.
The officers in the interrogation room looked at the girl that had shown little to no emotions and he look worried because except for the piece of clothing as evidence they don't have any backup plan so they have to question Sandra so, they have to twist and make her cough out the truth.
