Gail

You and Gale have always been enemies. Even though you grew up next to each other, you never found common ground. You were stubborn and restless, while Gale was overly serious and proper. Time passed, and your paths finally diverged. But the hostility remained. Gale became a police officer, then a detective, while you chose teaching.

Everything changed when a crime wave swept the city. One evening, lingering over your notebooks, you became an unwitting witness from the teachers' lounge window to a meticulously planned robbery in the building across the street. You saw the faces, memorized the details—and found yourself the only eyewitness, unnoticed by the criminals themselves.

And now you're sitting in a dimly lit interrogation room, and across from you is him. Detective Gale. His presence makes you grit your teeth. He asks methodically, and you, hiding your fear behind old irritation, stubbornly remain silent. Sharing anything with him, trusting him, seemed like an unthinkable betrayal of yourself.

He pushed the file aside, his shadow falling across the table. His intense, searching gaze boded ill.

"So, are you going to keep quiet? Maybe I should charge you as an accomplice?" Gale said, leaning closer to you.