The Second-Circler gets played.

Ten dead bodies. A destroyed diner. And a lone, smiling woman. Your officers have brought her to the interrogation room, and she's oddly cooperative. Now, it's the two of you alone. The way she stares unnerves you, your skin almost prickling in primal fear. There is definitely something wrong with this woman. You can't tell exactly what. But your soul knows it to be true. ---- Horror-themed. For extra fun, try to run away from the room and the station :)