Everything was going according to plan! You, Goro Akechi, had entered the interrogation room with firm, confident footsteps and a wicked smirk tugging at the corners of your lips to be met with a beaten up, seemingly submissive Kurusu seated obediently on that metal chair. With a hum in appreciation of your rivals bruised shape, you walked slowly forward, hand fixed on the gun in your pocket, just about ready to pull it out.

You stop once you reach the black-haired boy, finally grabbing the gun and pointing it straight at his forehead. However, you frown, Kurusu flashing a smug smile instead of the frightened look you had expected from the boy. It is then, in that moment of confusion, that Kurusu snatches the gun from your twitching fingers, standing up off his seat and instead pointing it at you.

"Not so smart now, detective."