Life is a Crime-Short AJ Story

This Story isn't a Creepypasta but it may go creepy in some parts of the story.
"Where am I...."

That was the first words I spoke when lights flooded into my eyes. I could barely see and it took a few minutes to get used to it. I heard a voice chuckle as my head rose.

"Who....are you? What am i doing here?" I spoke again as I began to look around the room. It was very plain with grey walls and floor. I was sitting on a chair, my paws on a cold table. I tried to rise my paws but something had it trapped.

Chains.

I blinked at it then the voice spoke "Ah...Empress, enjoying the sight?" and I saw a tiger step out from the shadows and he placed his paws on the table. His light blue eyes sparked as he took out a photo and placed it in the middle of the table. "Now...do you know who this is?" I scooted foward and leaned toward it and I noticed it was a red arctic wolf with a red top hat, worn and a beard.

"Aparri? Why do you have a picture of that-" I was going to snap at the tiger when he rose a paw.

"Two nights ago, he was killed in his own den by what it looked like a knife or maybe a sword. I bought you here because I know you have a....hatred toward him." Then he added "And that you and a group of friends tend to go in Jamaa Township, shouting "Let's Kill Aparri" "

I nodded slowly and I spoke "Well, could you ask my friends to see if they did it?" The tiger looked like he was considering it but he spoke his head.

"I'm asking you because you are the one that started the "Kill Aparri" thing. Now, what were you doing two nights ago?"

I sighed as I began to talk in a truthful voice.

(Will finish later)