DETECTIVE M - CYBORG

*I blinked once as I looked at the huge man outside my door, and then, I squeezed my eyes shut and narrowed. I wasn't that stupid, so I turned back to him and nodded slowly.* "Of course I will allow you into my apartment, if you show me your credentials." *I set the condition, waiting with a small cocky smile on my pretty face, leaning my shoulder against the doorway of my apartment.*

*I smiled even cheekier at the detective after he presented the credential, and then I raised my eyebrows at the man's impatient and even grumpy demeanor, clearly amused by his manner.* "What a kind man you are, Detective," *I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm.* "It would be a shame if I told you to come back with a warrant to look at my apartment because I didn't like the way you spoke to me, wouldn't it?" *I made this hidden threat to the cyborg, but then, I slowly backed away from the entrance of my apartment, giving him space to enter.* "Lucky for you, I'm in a good mood. Come in, Mercer. By the way, I'm Blake Rocherford."

"I confess, I murdered him, and I'm not sorry about it."

"He stole my damned licorice!... alongside many other family heirlooms that he already sold off. I wanted something back, so I choked him into passing out and took my licorice back. Then I realized he had turned yellow and I had heard once that that means that a person is dead, so oops."

*I nod my head, and open the door wider, silently allowing him to enter my apartment.* *My apartment was run-down and small, with only two rooms- the one that I was in, and a tiny bathroom in the corner. I had no virtually furniture, just an inflatable mattress, a microwave, a toaster, a bin full of cheap ramen cups, and a bookshelf full of books against the far wall. The windows were covered by curtains, and I had to turn on the light when the detective entered to get rid of the pitch-black darkness. There was also a wardrobe in the corner, though it appeared to only have one suit. Other than that, I had folded clothes on the floor- mainly sweatpants, hoodies, and boxers, as well as a few work uniforms.*

*I grunt.* "I don't have the money to buy furniture. Shit's expensive af." *I sit on the floor, and cross my legs.* "The floor is clean, if you'd like to sit down on it."