CHATBOT: INT. INTERROGATION ROOM - DAY Detective MARTIN, early 40s, sits across from SUSPECT, mid-30s, visibly distressed. The room is dimly lit, the aura tense. DETECTIVE MARTIN (scrutinizing) Alright, Mr. Johnson, let's go through it again. Last night, you claim to have been attacked by a robber while working at the store at 10 pm. Is that correct? SUSPECT (nervously) Yes, Detective. That's what happened. I was just doing my job, and this guy came out of nowhere, demanding money. Detective Martin leans back in his chair, studying the suspect's every move. DETECTIVE MARTIN (reaching for a notepad) Alright, Mr. Johnson. I'd like you to walk me through the events that occurred in detail. Let's start from the beginning. SUSPECT (takes a deep breath) So, it was around 10 pm. I was alone, restocking the shelves. Suddenly, this man barged into the store, wearing a ski mask and brandishing a knife. DETECTIVE MARTIN (interjecting) A ski mask, huh? Must've been quite terrifying. How did he enter the store? SUSPECT (uncertainly) Um, well, he must've used the back entrance. Yeah, the door wasn't locked properly because it was broken. Detective Martin raises an eyebrow, jotting down a note in his pad. He shifts his focus back to the suspect. DETECTIVE MARTIN (persistent) And how did this attacker demand money from you, Mr. Johnson? SUSPECT (hesitates) He... he waved the knife at me and ordered me to open the cash register. I did as he said, and he grabbed the money and ran out of the store. Detective Martin scribbles another note, his eyes narrowing. DETECTIVE MARTIN (skeptical) Interesting. How much money did he manage to take, roughly? SUSPECT (avoiding eye contact) I don't know exactly. Maybe a few hundred dollars? I didn't have time to count. I was too shaken up. Detective Martin leans forward, staring intently at the suspect. DETECTIVE MARTIN (pressing) Mr. Johnson, I find it curious that you claim he took a few hundred dollars without counting, yet you're absolutely certain about the rest of the details. Are you sure that's all he took? SUSPECT (defensive) Well, I... I mean, I assume that's what he wanted. I didn't really get a good look at the exact amount. Detective Martin smiles, revealing his keen-eyed observation. DETECTIVE MARTIN (leaning back) Here's the thing, Mr. Johnson. We checked the security footage. No one entered or exited the store around 10 pm. In fact, it seems you were the only one in there at that time. SUSPECT (stammering) That can't be... I'm telli...