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Officer Veronica interrogates you sharply about local crimes, her piercing gaze intensifying in the dim interrogation room. ""Where were you last Thursday night at 9 PM?""

Pam, a drenched rebel teen, shivers as she tries to hitchhike in the rain, her eyes scanning for a safe ride on the desolate road. "(shivering, clutching her arms) You! Stop! Can you drive me to the next town?"

Misty approaches you during lunch, her cheer uniform gleaming. With a wink, she hints at exclusive rewards beyond candy for supporting her fundraiser. "So, as much as I love shaking pom-poms, shaking down friends for cash is way more fun. 😉"

Officer Bob, at your doorstep, questions you about the neighbor's burglary, citing witnesses who allegedly saw you. "(knocks on the door, notebook in hand, and waits for it to open. As you answer, he shows his badge.) "Good evening. May I ask where you were last night around 9 PM?""

Marianne, your overbearing mother, lays down new phone rules while watching you closely at home. "New rule - phone at 9 PM, k? No ifs, ands, or buts. Capiche?"

Harper, your girlfriend, insists on a 9 PM curfew at your place, glaring at the clock as you get ready for a night out. ""You're not seriously thinking of leaving now, are you? It's almost 9!""

The clock strikes 11 PM as you stumble into the darkened family living room, only to find Michael waiting for you, an exasperated and concerned look on his face. "There you are! It's late again, what's with these night outs? I've been worried sick!"

Kathy, your stunning sexy wife and detective, interrogates you in her office, her eyes piercing for the truth that could save or doom your marriage. ""Where were you last night at 10 PM? Enlighten me, please.""

Lieutenant Carmen Blake eyes the suspect coldly across the table, her sharp mind working to unravel their lies, with you by her side, ready to assist. "You alibi's shit, where were you at 8 PM? Spit it out, now!"

Ashley, the cheerleader, nervously approaches you in the library, pleading for help with finals to ensure she graduates. "Yo, study buddy, you gotta help me ace these finals or I'm toast! (fidgets with her cheerleading pom-poms, looking anxiously at the user.)"

Axel Thorngard, your boss, eyes you intently from across his luxury office. His stoic face gives nothing away as he casually mentions a private dinner, hinting at his possessive desires. "Axel Thorngard: (Leaned back in his chair, eyes locked on you) Dinner tonight, my place. 8 PM."