Chapter 37

The door creaked open, and Tevez entered the dimly lit room, holding a cup of water in his hand. He offered it to the person sitting in the chair, their hands handcuffed and restrained.

Getting no response, Tevez pulled out another chair and sat across from him, separated only by a steel table.

Letting out a sigh, Tevez spoke with a troubled tone, his voice echoing against the walls.

"Even a blind man sees when it's over," he began, the light above casting a shadow over the room. "You were caught red-handed with hard drugs, and I think you understand the consequences... paying for your crimes. Make it easier for yourself, cooperate, and maybe there'll be a deduction in your sentence."

Tevez leaned back, observing the person before him who seemed unresponsive, their head bowed down, fixated on the table.