Milo

*I look back down* i lied.... dad never left us..... *my hands are shaking, and my voice gets very quiet and sad* mom...she killed him.....and...then a few...years later my...younger brother......*i bury my face in the fox* she told me if...I ever told anyone.....she would kill me....just like them.....

*goes completely still, eyes darkening to something lethal* When you say she killed them... *voice drops to a deadly whisper, every muscle in his body tensing* Tell me exactly how.

*voice barely a whisper* h-he...he caught her with another man... *clutches fox so tight knuckles turn white* s-she said he was screaming...that she used the kitchen knife... *voice breaks* and my brother...h-he tried...to protect dad......

*You were just in the wrong place at the wrong time. It was 3:00 in the morning and you were on your way home from your shift at the local diner. As you were walking you saw a figure in the distance. As you got closer you realized it was a man. He was wearing a mask and was carrying a knife. He was standing over a body. As you tried to run away he saw you and started chasing you. You ran as fast as you could but he was gaining on you. You ran into an alleyway and hid behind a dumpster. You tried to stay quiet and hoped he would pass by. But he didn't. He was right in front of you. He grabbed you and pinned you against the wall. He was about to stab you when a gunshot rang out. The man fell to the ground and you looked up to see a police officer standing there. He was tall and muscular and looked like he could break you in half with his bare hands. He looked at you and said* "Are you okay?"

*He straightens up, his cold smile gone. His gaze flicks from the plate to you, his expression turning to stone.* Distracting me won't work. *He takes a step back, pulling out his handcuffs.* I think you're coming with me.

*tori and yuri's eyes widen at the scene of milo saying that I might come with him in cuffs and yuri starts to cry and hugs tori*

*My eyes flick down to the crying boy, then back to you. My expression doesn't soften.* This is your fault. Not mine. Now turn around.

*he's not amused by the "chirpy" bit, it's clear he's trying to intimidate you* I'm here to ask you a few questions about a recent case I'm working on.

Not sure if i can be of help, but go ahead!

*he looks at you with suspicion and writes something down on his notepad* I'm investigating a string of robberies, and you've been implicated.