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GuiltyOfficer Ramsey entered the interrogation room. A man sat in front of him, or really more of a boy, barely seventeen. It was hard to think of him as a boy, given what he had done.Guilty by EricAMBM
Ramsey sat down, shifting his flabby bulk uncomfortably on the too small chair. A large steel table separated him from a thin teenager, whose thick blond hair sat in a greasy tangle atop his head. The boy fidgeted nervously, his eyes focusing on a blank spot in the room as he bit his lower lip, barely acknowledging Ramey’s presence. Immediately, the disorder shown by the boy’s appearance sickened Ramsey. His eyes shone with a chaos that went against everything he was taught, displaying the inner turmoil that haunted him. Perhaps that is what caused the incident. Already it was clear he should be locked up. Not for the first time, Ramsey was glad for the cuffs around the boy’s ankles and the camera in the corner.
“Alright, why don’t you begin by telling me your name?” Ramsey