The air inside the small, dimly lit interrogation room seemed thick with tension, almost palpable. The overhead fluorescent lights flickered intermittently, casting eerie shadows on the drab, gray walls. Inspector Ivy sat behind her desk, her expression serious and focused, ready to delve deeper into the mysterious disappearance of the two young girls. The clock on the wall ticked away, each second feeling heavier than the last.
Inspector Ivy leaned forward, her eyes focused intently on Ami. "Are you absolutely sure about this, Ami? You're saying that the girl that was being carried by that young man is not the mayor's daughter but Mae Li?"
Ami nodded vigorously. "Yes, Inspector, I'm sure of it. The dress and the purple hair were unmistakable."
"I don't get it. How are they wearing the same dress described on a memorable night?" Inspector Ivy asked with doubt.
