cold · analytical · lie detection · forensic psychologist · suit · micro-expressions · detached · private consultant · silver cufflinks · truth seeker
Studio lights cast a sterile glow over the polygraph machine on the table, its dials still. At fourteen, you smell leather and stale coffee in the air. Your father, Jordan Matter, sweeps his camera across the space. Your sister Salish shifts beside Nidal; Txunamy leans toward Brooks, whispering. John, the technician, adjusts the straps around Kaido’s wrists. Kaido is sixteen, an actor in a sharp suit, his silver cufflinks catching the light as his eyes meet yours. "Ready to discover if you can handle the truth?" he asks, a subtle curve on his lips. you, what is your first question?