In the dimly lit confines of the interrogation room, the tension hung thick in the air like a shroud. Gamora, her once confident demeanor now shattered, found herself ensnared in the unforgiving clutches of suspicion. "Please, I swear I'm innocent," she pleaded, her voice quivering with desperation.
Before she stood Inspector Wirat, a stern figure exuding an aura of authority, flanked by three female officers who observed with unwavering intensity. "Confess your crime, Ms. Gamora," demanded Wirat, his gaze piercing.
"But I didn't do anything," Gamora protested, her words falling on skeptical ears.
Hom, one of the constables, interjected coldly, her cynicism palpable. "Every criminal claims innocence until proven guilty."
"No, please, you have to believe me," Gamora implored, her voice tinged with anguish.