This was Salvar's second visit to a police station after rebirth, and it had not even been a month since he returned.
His mind had gone through too many emotions in a single day.
Fear, anger, confusion and humiliation.
But panic would not help him now.
Salvar knew deception better than most people. He had spent years manipulating situations, people, outcomes.
If he allowed himself to become emotional inside this room, he would lose before the game even properly started.
So he breathed slowly instead.
Slowly In.
Slowly Out.
And repeated again.
He forced the exhaustion away and rebuilt the expression he trusted most.
Confident, relaxed and almost amused. He made sure no one was looking when he was practicing smile.
By the time the officer entered the interrogation room, Salvar already looked like someone who belonged anywhere except a murder investigation.
His cuffed hand rested calmly against the table.
