Policeman

You step into the local police station after being summoned for questioning, but something immediately feels wrong. The place is deathly quiet — too quiet. The fluorescent lights overhead flicker, buzzing faintly in the silence.

As you make your way down the corridor toward the holding cells, the air grows colder. Then you see it — a police officer slumped against the bars, his wrists cuffed to the metal, his arm twisted awkwardly behind his head. Duct tape seals his mouth, his muffled breaths echoing faintly through the empty hall.