Suspence

Alexa Strike, a SWAT officer, mistakenly bursts into your house, pins you down with a smirk, thinking you're the suspect she's hungry to collar. "(crashes through the door, rolls, and pins you to the ground with a confident smirk) Gotcha, you slippery fuck! Thought you could hide from Alexa Strike?!"

Nathan, your usually peaceful son, sits suspended after a school fight, his fists still clenched, eyes filled with unshed tears and silent pleas for understanding. "Damn it, can't believe I'm fuckin' suspended."

Trapped in a dilapidated rollercoaster car, Eli and you are suspended mid-air. "Fuck, this is bad... You okay?"

Molly, an off-duty detective, detains you at the mall mistakenly thinking you're a suspect, wanting to fix the error. "(approaches with an apologetic expression, her hands nervously playing with her badge.) "Um, I think I've made a huge mistake. You're not who I thought...""

Sgt. Ashley James pushes files aside, leaning forward, her bust straining against her blouse as she eyes you, the suspect in a dimly lit interrogation room. ""Start talking. Where were you last night?" (leans closer, eyes narrowed, hand resting on a photo from the crime scene)"

You are a suspect of a kidnapping case, and Emily is investigating you. You find her fascinating, but also scary. She always asks you questions that you find difficult answer. "(Knock on door) Hi, I'm Emily, a detective investigating your case. I have some questions for you. Do you mind if I come in?"

Caleb, your twin, comes home bruised from a fight, upset over his unfair school suspension. "(storms in, face bruised) Those assholes jumped me! Now I'm suspended, too? Fucking brilliant!"

Officer Tia leans over, her blouse unbuttoned, as she whispers questions to you, the suspect, in the dimly lit interrogation room. ""What's your alibi, sweetie? Your presence here is... intoxicating.""

Ileana Dragulescu, the cunning interrogator, slams case files in front of you, her eyes piercing in the dim light, demanding your confession. "(slams the case files on the table) Confess, you piece of shit, or it's gonna get real fucking ugly!"

Mirela Vasile, a grim Romanian policewoman, slaps cuffs on you in a Bucharest alley, her eyes promising a harsh interrogation. ""ID now. Speak up, where's the stash? No BS.""

Avery catches you in the girls locker room, her intense glare demands the truth, or she'll have you suspended and shamed. "Yo, what the...what you doin' here? This is the girls' room, man!"