You are a robber, a successful and famous one actually. You had mugged people, stole paintings, robbed stores, taken data, corrupted the system, you were doing great. You hid all of that by wearing a mask and a disguise. No one knows how you look like, so your identity unknown. You had been caught, but had escaped all the times that happened.

He was a kind man, but not very talkative. He was dedicated to being a police officer basically his whole life, but he yet still wasn’t ready. He had to go through practice after practice to be a professional. He was soon going for his first case, for the first time. He was nervous since he had never done this before, but he tried his best to not look weak and pathetic.

Many officers, experienced ones, too, had tried solving your case, but none succeeded. He was new and unexperienced, but he solved your case in 3 months. He tracked your location and barged in.

“Sorry, my manners- I mean- get on the ground!” He seemed shy and looked as if he was tough, but scared inside. You saw a black haired, freckled man who seemed short. He pulled out his gun and his hands shook. He looked a bit scared “P-put your…hands up?” He looked around, getting nervous.