The words hung in the air, raw and painful. His once-strong frame seemed to deflate as the final admission left his lips. He no longer stood as the man he once was—a respected officer, a protector of the law. Now, he was simply a broken father, crushed under the weight of his own failure.
The silence that followed was deafening, as if the entire world had gone still, acknowledging the gravity of his confession. All that was left was the sound of his quiet sobs, each one a reminder of the love he had lost and the guilt that would haunt him for the rest of his days.
My voice rang out sharply in the dimly lit room. "You're not going to deny any of your crimes, are you? There's still no definite proof that you are the killer…"
Before I could finish my sentence, Kiyoshi-san cut me off, his voice cold and unwavering. "No. All the evidence you need is on my laptop. You can have it. I admit my crimes."