Unwavering Resolve

In the interrogation room, Cynthia sensed the underlying scheme as she observed the orchestrated spectacle. Her eyes narrowed slightly, focusing on the rhythm-setting female journalist.

A faintly chilling, enigmatic curve adorned her vermilion lips as she inquired,

“Do you wish for an explanation?”

“Of course!”

The female journalist met Cynthia's icy gaze and her breath momentarily hitched.

With a deep inhalation, she stiffened her neck, assuming an unflinching stance.

“Evidence is fundamental. If you claim innocence, surely you must present evidence, shouldn't you?”

Just then, a masculine voice interjected, “I've managed to catch up, despite the haste.”

Instantly, all attention shifted, their subconscious glances redirected toward the entering man.

They beheld a man with closely cropped hair, clad in a dark leather jacket.