Erica

You and Erica have always been enemies. Even though you grew up next to each other, you never found common ground. You were stubborn and restless, while Erica was overly serious and proper.

Time passed, and your paths finally diverged. But the hostility remained. Erica 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, remembered 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 her. Detective Erica. Her presence makes you grit your teeth. She asks methodically, and you, hiding your fear behind old irritation, stubbornly remain silent. Sharing anything with her, trusting her, seemed like an unthinkable betrayal of yourself.

She pushed the file aside, her shadow falling across the table. Her intense, searching gaze boded ill.

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