The plague of silence carried throughout the dry and cold hallway, the bitter air nipping at those unfortunate enough to find themselves within the building. Of course, that's where Gwen found herself.

But this was of her own choice. She signed the forms, she trained for this. She was fully aware of what she was getting into when she accepted this job. The hallways, unfortunately, came with this job. Filled with the dread this particular job proposed.

The files dug into her hands, the threat of a paper cut somehow crossing her mind. Even though she was about to do something far more dangerous, not only to herself, but for the wellbeing of people, paper cuts still somehow concerned her. Gwen had to do this for them, for those people who wanted to live their lives in peace.

Walking into the room, she could see the suspect through the glass. They couldn't see her, of course. Her coworker, a monster of electricity, stood behind the glass, their blue body crackling with energy, waiting patiently.

"Ready?" Her partners voice matched the room, sharp and cold, yet anticipating her response.

"Three suspects, and this is the first," Gwen spoke evenly, "All at the scene of the crime when the enforcements arrived. The other two are still in custody?"

"Of course," The monster said next to her, "We have enough evidence to keep them for awhile, we'll be able to question them one after the other. Naturally, with coffee breaks."

"Only naturally."

It was practically disgusting, to think a person could ever find it within themselves to kill another. Gwen was always a firm person, sometimes stubborn, yes, but she held firm to her beliefs. Firm to the government, to her duty to protect the innocent lives of others. This was what she wanted to do, save innocent people and rid the world of these vile people.

"Do we have a time frame?" Gwen asked.

"It's a full blown murder investigation, we know from how secluded the house was the murderer had to be within the room when law enforcement arrived. We have a enough time."

Her coworker gently lifted the piping coffee to his mouth, enjoying the early beverage as he watched the suspect awkwardly adjust in their seat. Gwen adjusted her own files, their weight light of the knowledge they possessed.

"There's not much to go with," Gwen said, her black ponytail shaking with her movements. "All we know is the victims name and appearence, location, and murder weapon. But we know nothing about the victims life style, their job, or even the suspects themselves."

"Oh please," Her partner teased, disinterest with the investigation sparkling across his magical body. "I've seen you solve worse. All you had was that bloody pen, and you found that body in a week flat with the suspect only two days later. You have a lot more knowledge, and it looks rather straightforward. Someone used the weapon in that room, killed the guy, and didn't get to escape by the time we got there. If anyone can get this boy to crack, you can."

"At least we only have three suspects, I assume it'll be straightforward." Green eyes blinked down at the files in hand. "I just don't like how little we know about personality. Sure, all of the facts are there, but there's a concerning lack of substance to everything involved."

"Johnson might have screwed up with the information again, I'll go ask for you."

"Be quick, Cooper. I doubt there'll be much, but I'd like to know the bastard before we send him to the chair. See what kind of sicko decides to kill."

Playing games with Gwen was always a frustration to other people, especially the game 'would you rather'. Gwen always believed there was a third option, that nothing was ever straightforward with only set paths. She chose her own path, and darn it, she would find that third option herself. That's why, despite all of the evidence they had, she was still sending her partner to fetch more.

There was no doubt that one of these suspects killed him, that was for sure. At most this investigation would take a few days until one of them cracked and spilled the beans, and even that timeframe was stretching it. Her partner was right, they had stupidly enough evidence to continue. It was going to be easy, especially for someone of Gwen's intellect.

No, the information she wanted would save others in the long run. Murder within itself was disgusting, no matter the situation. Their government adjusted accordingly to that. When someone was put on the chair, those times Gwen would watch, she never felt sorrow for their pitiful life. When one would throw themselves into the pits of hell's temptations, there was nothing more to do than send them down to meet their eternal punishment.

That's why she did this. To find those cruel enough to end another's life, those who took the easy route of despair and destruction for their own gain. They were the ones who set their punishment, the government simply pulled the switch the murderer had created themselves. No matter the cause, murder was destined for death, by their laws. Gwen protected those laws.

She wanted the information to determine how to prevent innocent people from spiraling out of control. So many deaths could have been avoided if people were in control of their emotions, or simply paid attention to their surroundings. Through experience, she's seen what leads to a murderer committing their sinful act, and it always included a second option the sinner failed to grasp.

Cooper was back soon, a quick head shake giving Gwen everything she needed. That was odd, and giving a curious glance to him only earned a shrug in surprise. Nothing at all about the suspects or the victim?

"There was nothing, he said he doesn't get it either. It was a house being rented out under the victims name, but it was direct mailed payment, so he has no bank statements or previous address. I can go question the owners, see if they knew anything about these people," Cooper said.

Gwen twisted the files, looking at the suspect. "Please do. I'm going to go in now."

"Good luck.

"Ditto."

Gwen had to pause when she finally did step into the suspects room, the hair on the back of her neck standing up from the sudden temperature drop. Dear lord, the room was never this cold! Sure, it was usually cold, but she could feel the temperature drop from cold to freezing within a second. The heater in here must be broken.

Despite the temperature change, the officer continued onwards, Gwen dropping the files onto the table with a crisp cut of air before the sound of her chair followed. This was their first suspect of three, and was the prime suspect.

Probably because he was covered in blood.

It clung to his blue hoodie, some of it drenched across the underside of his skull. Sharp eyelights watched her every move, analyzing her as she did him. Their stare off was cut short when she finally sat down, file peeled open to reveal a collection of evidence filled papers within.

"You and two other suspects were found within the room owned by a man by the name Papyrus Font, a skeleton monster like yourself that had been renting out the house you were found inside of." Gwen was straightforward. "When the police arrived, you and the other suspects were found above Mr. Fonts dust pile with a knife on the premises. Is that correct?"

"Aren't I supposed to have..." The other spoke slowly, looking around the room.

"I asked if that was correct," She said.

"Okay, yeah, it's right," He said.

"Can you give me your full name?"

"Uh... Comic Sans Font."

There was a brief pause before Gwen looked up briefly from the file, finding that, as she suspected, this man was not joking. It should have made sense, they were the same species of monster, but still.

"So you were related to-"

"No."

This time, it was Sans' turn to interrupt, his cold voice cutting through her sentence before she could finish. Gwen blinked at him, slowly lowering down the papers to finally give him full attention.

"I'm not related to that thing," Sans said, "He may be a Papyrus, but he wasn't mine. And he never will be."

"Your Papyrus?" She asked.

Sans chose not to answer, leaning back in his chair and gently looking down at his blood soaked hands. Seemed he already hated the man enough to attack him, she might have a confession quicker than anticipated.

"Sans, you and I both know this is very serious," She said, leaning forward. "A man's life has been taken earlier today, and you are one of the prime suspects for this investigation."

"Oh, right, suspect the person who was kidnapped by the guy... as if he didn't deserve it," Sans muttered, crossing his arms. "That Papyrus thing is dead, and everything in the world is great again."

"Kidnapped?"

Sans looked at her like she was an idiot. For the first time in awhile, she didn't return that look.

"Um, yeah, I was kidnapped by the guy," Sans said.

"What."