The police station's fluorescent lights hummed overhead, casting an eerie glow on the grey walls of the interrogation room.
The air was thick with tension, heavy with the scent of stale coffee. A lone table stood in the center, its surface scratched from countless confrontations.
David's heart raced as he was left alone, the silence deafening. His thoughts swirled in a maelstrom of denial, fear, and confusion, each emotion crashing against the others like waves in a stormy sea.
Time seemed to stretch into an eternity, each tick of the clock a reminder of his precarious fate, a countdown to an unknown destiny.
The cold, metal table and chairs seemed to be closing in on him, making him feel trapped and helpless. The fluorescent light's relentless humming and buzzing intensified his headache, each pulse feeling like a tiny hammer strike.
