Time/Date: TC1853.01.20 (Morning)
Location: Metropolitan Police Station - 4th Ring, Interrogation Room Three
The walls of Interrogation Room Three had that particular shade they used in government buildings—the kind that was supposed to be calming but mostly just made you feel like you were trapped in a filing cabinet. Someone in some administrative office probably picked it from a color chart labeled "Soothing Sage" or "Tranquil Moss." In reality, it was the color of nausea and bureaucracy, of waiting rooms and bad news delivered with professional sympathy.
Morning light filtered through the reinforced windows, trying its best to soften the edges. Didn't work. The harsh fluorescent strips overhead still dominated, casting everything in that flat, unforgiving glare that made even expensive silk look cheap and carefully maintained composure crack like old porcelain under stress.
