Jodie sat nervously in the interrogation room, her hands shaking as she clasped them tightly together. She couldn't believe she was being questioned about John's death. She couldn't believe he was dead.

John had been found in their apartment, lying in a pool of blood. The police had been called by their neighbor who reported hearing a loud argument and then a loud thud. When they arrived, they found John's lifeless body.

And now, here she was, being questioned as a suspect. Jodie couldn't understand why anyone would think she would hurt John, let alone kill him. She loved him more than anything in the world. They had been planning their future together, talking about marriage and starting a family. She could never do anything to hurt him.

But the police seemed convinced that she had something to do with his death. They kept asking her the same questions over and over again, trying to catch her in a lie. Jodie's heart ached with grief and frustration. She just wanted to go home and curl up in bed, pretending that this was all just a horrible nightmare.

As the questioning continued, Jodie's mind raced. She answered their questions as best she could, but she was hesitant to mention the strange man that had appeared in their kitchen earlier that evening. A huge, muscular man with glowing red eyes and a wicked grin. He had teleported into their home, rapping Jodie in her ass and then vanishing again after killing John.

But how could she tell the police that without sounding like a crazy person? They would never believe her, and it would only make her seem more suspicious.