Clementine:
"So, we will ask you the same questions we're asking your squadmates, and we expect an honest response." Mr. Rick sat down in the chair.
We had all been taken to small prison-like interrogation rooms, but they were less suffocating than you'd expect. Each was just a small square room with one table in the center, a chair for me, and three chairs for the ringleaders across from me, right in front of the door. So I was basically facing the door.
"We will start from the beginning. What were you doing at the train station?" he asked, tapping his fingers on the table. I was sure he knew it was making me anxious.
"We were taking a walk and then we arrived—" I stopped when he started shaking his head.
"I told you I only need the truth. This is not how the statement with your squadmate started. They said something different."
