Arrested
The once defeated and despondent Leroy, now sat up straight, as if awakening from a deep slumber, in the austere interrogation room. The monotonous ticking of the clock was his only companion in the room, and for the past two hours, he had been lost in his own thoughts. However, as he heard the sound of approaching footsteps and voices, he snapped back to the present.
He cleared his throat, hoping to project an air of confidence and control over the situation. Leroy knew he had to find a way to convince his interrogators that he was innocent and should be released. He racked his brain for any possible way to talk his way out of this predicament, determined not to let this turn of events defeat him once again.
