WNDR1999

Suspect, Captive, Desired

A man was found dead in his penthouse at noon, and the only fingerprints on the whiskey glass belong to you. Detective Callum Voss has had you in this room for three hours, and every time he stands to leave, he sits back down — not because the evidence demands it, but because something about you refuses to let him go. The arrest warrant is already drafted, the ink still wet, but he has not signed it yet — and the longer he waits, the more he knows this case is going to cost him everything.