When I was a kid I used to cause trouble. I stole, fought, was bad in general. My parents called me mischevious. The cops called me a menace. Many times I found myself sitting inside an interrogation room, sitting with a smug look on my face while the cops stared coldly. I was no stranger to that tiny, stainless-steel hellhole. The thing that really caught my eye was the one way glass that was between me and my observers. I always wondered who was there, staring back at me.
Since then, twenty years have passed. I've turned my life around and became the very thing that I once resented. I'm a cop now, a lieutenant on the force. Now I get to stand behind that glass, staring at the miscreant on the other side. I know that he's thinking, I was there once. He's sitting there, staring at the glass like I did, wondering who stands on the other side.
