The interrogation room.
It was a cramped, oppressive room, its surrounding walls seemingly unusually thick. A small iron table stood in the middle, with a chair on either side.
Under the light of the gas lamp on the wall, Lorne got a clear look at the interrogator opposite him-a young man wearing an ordinary police uniform.
Are they taking me straight to the church? Lorne gave him a cursory once-over.
He doesn't look like a Mandated Punisher, just an ordinary policeman. Could they simply be treating me as an ordinary suspect?
Ugh... I clearly did a good deed, so why does it feel like I've become the criminal instead? Lorne took a deep breath and pulled his scattered thoughts back to the present.
"Mr. Scott, relax. This is only routine questioning. We won't take up too much of your time," the young officer said.
"I understand, I understand." Lorne nodded, offering a cooperative smile. "You're working so hard, officer. Of course I'll cooperate fully."
"Good. I'll ask, and you'll answer."
Lorne nodded again to indicate his agreement.
"Why were you on Iris Street in Cherwood Borough? Especially at that particular time?"
"I just happened to be passing through," Lorne replied without batting an eye.
"And why were you passing through there?" the young officer pressed.
"I was taking a walk."
"A walk?" The young officer raised his head, suspicion in his eyes. "At that hour, how could you simply have been taking a walk? Especially in such a secluded alley."
He stared at Lorne, his tone stern. "Mr. Scott, I've been very polite to you. I hope you'll cooperate and tell the truth!"
"Ah..." Seeing the young officer's indignant expression, Lorne sighed and looked troubled.
"Are you certain that what I say here won't get out?"
"Of course." Seeing that