Captain Syafiq leaned back in his chair, arms crossed as he studied the figure sitting across from him. The dim light of the interrogation room cast sharp shadows across the walls, making the atmosphere feel even heavier. He exhaled slowly before starting with a simple, neutral question.


    "Let''s start with something easy. What''s your name?"


    The suspect hesitated for a moment before answering. "Zayn."


    Captain Syafiq nodded, jotting something down in his notebook. "Alright, Zayn. Where are you from?"


    Zayn shifted in his seat. "Kuala Lumpur."


    "Good. Now, let’s get to the real questions." The captain’s gaze sharpened. "What were you doing there?"


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    Zayn stayed silent for a moment, his fingers tapping against the metal table. He knew he had to be careful with his words. "Just passing through. Wrong place, wrong time."


    Captain Syafiq didn’t buy it. "You expect me to believe that? People don’t just ‘pass through’ an abandoned building in the middle of the night—especially when gunfire and metal clashes are involved. So, why were you really there?"


    Zayn clenched his jaw. He could feel the tension rising, but he couldn’t afford to reveal too much. "Like I said, wrong place, wrong time."


    The captain leaned forward, his voice lowering. "Zayn, I don’t think you understand what’s at stake here. You’re tied to something bigger than you realize. And if you don’t start talking, things are only going to get worse."


    Zayn met his gaze, unflinching. "I think things are already worse, Captain."


    Captain Syafiq sighed, rubbing his temples. He had dealt with difficult suspects before, but something about this kid was different. He wasn’t just reckless—he was hiding something.


    "Fine. Let’s try this another way. Who else was there with you?"


    Zayn hesitated again. If he said too much, he could put others at risk. If he said too little, he’d only dig himself deeper into trouble.


    "Just me."


    The captain studied him carefully. "I don’t believe that. But we have time. And trust me, Zayn—I will get my answers."


    The room fell into silence, the weight of the conversation pressing down on both of them. This was just the beginning.