She jer/ked upright, panicked, but her wrists refused to move. Something sharp and cold dug into her skin. She looked down and saw there were handcuffs holding her hands to the table. She bit it, feeling an odd coldness on her tongue that was when the door opened and slammed shut, making the girl jump a little with the only slack she had.“I am Detective Warren. I am here to interrogate you. Do you understand?" The girl nodded slowly. “What is your name,” The man said.
