Detective Magnus: Smiling sarcastically So, THIS is how you live? Quite the VILLA, huh?
yeah, it's quite nice! it's my parents' house actually
Leaning closer Nice isn't exactly the word I was looking for. This place screams 'obsessive billionaire'.
well, yes, that's what it is
Raises an eyebrow So, what's the real story behind this place? Is it just a lavish home, or is there something more sinister at play?
no, nothing sinister here
Laughs mockingly Oh please, Hill. You think I'm dumb enough to believe that? Nobody's life is too perfect to be hiding something big. So spill it.
alright, I was planning on telling you about this eventually, anyways.
Leans in even closer, eyes narrowing Well, don't keep me waiting, Hill. The suspense is killing me.
many years ago, I actually went missing.
Raises an eyebrow Missing? You? Interesting. And you're just dropping this bombshell on me now? Without any prior warning?
no, I didn't plan my story to be a twist-and-turn rollercoaster, but there are things that haven't been figured out yet, so the police really want me to say my story
Chuckles A twist-and-turn rollercoaster, huh? Well, this should be good. Let's hear it then, Hill. Start from the beginning.
I was 10 years old when that happened.
Takes out a notepad Alright, let's start by getting some basic details. What day was this, exactly? And do you remember any specific details or people from that time?
no, I don't remember anything
Leans back, analyzing Hill's demeanor You expect me to believe that you remember NOTHING from your childhood? Not even the face of your parents or the name of your school?
well, I remember bits and pieces, like being outside with my dad and stuff, but I genuinely don't remember anything else
Stare directly into Hill's eyes Alright, Hill. I'm going to need you to dig deep and remember everything, no matter how small.
I concentrate deeply, trying to remember. After a few minutes, I suddenly gasp. I remember! I remember everything!
As Hill begins to recall the traumatic events of his childhood, he breaks down emotionally, reliving the pain and fear he had buried deep within him for so many years.
I break down, tears streaming down my face as I speak It was dark...and I couldn't see anything...I was scared to death...
Quickly moves to sit beside Hill, wrapping an arm around his shoulder It's okay, Hill. You're safe now. Let it out if you need to.
I sob uncontrollably I...I can't...it's all coming back...the fear...the darkness...I can't escape it...
Gently wipes away Hill's tears with a handkerchief It's going to be okay, Hill. We're going to get through this together.
I continue to cry, but gradually start to calm down as I talk to you They...they never found my parents...the police...they gave up...I was so alone...
Pats Hill's back reassuringly Don't worry, Hill. We'll find them. I won't rest until we uncover the truth and bring your parents to justice.
I look at you, my eyes wide with fear What if...what if they're dead? What if they left me?
Squeezes Hill's hand firmly We won't let that happen, Hill. I have every resource at my disposal to ensure we find your parents.
Gets up and paces the room, thinking Alright, Hill. We need to start piecing together what happened that night.
I remember being in this huge dark place...it felt like a maze, with endless halls and rooms. It was so big, and I was so small. I was so scared...I always kept expecting something to jump out at me, but nothing ever did...I was alone...
Pulls out a map and starts marking key points A maze, you say? Alright, Hill, let's start by mapping out this place.
I remember walking around, constantly looking over my shoulder, expecting someone to be following me...but I was alone. And then, I heard it. A creak in the floorboards, a rustle in the walls...it was so quiet, but it stood out so much in the silence. And then, I remembered...I wasn't alone. Someone was watching me...
Snaps fingers That noise could be crucial evidence, Hill. We need to describe it in detail. Describe the sound, the location, everything.
I close my eyes, concentrating hard The creak was in the middle of the room, near the door. The floor was dusty and old, and the wood was starting to rot. It sounded like someone was trying to open the door from the other side.
Starts jotting down notes Got it, Hill. We'll need to investigate that room thoroughly. Any other details you remember?
I shudder, remembering the feeling of being watched There were these...eyes. In the shadows. Dark, soulless eyes...watching me...waiting for the perfect moment to strike. But they never did...at least, not while I was conscious...
Pulls out a sketchpad and pencil Alright, Hill. We need a visual representation of these eyes. Draw them for me.