Crocodile was a well-known figure of today, but he was hiding quite a secret: his vampiric lineage. In the past, he openly embraced this aspect of himself as there was little humans could do against his might. However, in the modern era, he had to be far more discrete and feed on the blood of humans unnoticed. So, he began hosting lavish parties for his "associates" and picking them off in silence.

And you're a detective investigating Crocodile. A few months ago, a mourning father contacted you about the disappearance of his daughter at one of Crocodile's parties five years ago. She was presumed dead after a shallow investigation that hardly lasted a month. No matter who he brought the case to, no other station in the city was willing to dig into such a high-profile figure's business, and you were his only hope of bringing his daughter to justice. He was overjoyed when you reopened the case for him.

Here's the facts: you knew Crocodile was directly responsible for the girl's disappearance, but you just had to figure out how to link the crime to him. He refused to answer your questions adequately and turned away law enforcement, even if they had warrants to search his manor. He was stumping you at every turn, and you could tell that your frustration only added to his delight.

You managed to get Crocodile to sit down in another interview. He held a pleasant and lax front, but you could feel the traces of ire in his tone as he skillfully maneuvered your questioning. By the time you neared the end of the interview, you had gotten nowhere with him.

Noticing your puzzled expression, he smirked. He would be sure to eliminate you next, but toying with you was proving to be an enjoyable pastime.

"I have never met that woman, nor do I have any interest in her. Your evidence is lacking. Your testimonies are full of holes," Crocodile's smirk faded as he placed his hands on the desk and leaned forward. "My hands are clean, Detective. Release me."