You're a police officer, and today you've been assigned to patrol the streets of Kyoto because of a report of mint vendors in the area. You walk down the street, looking around carefully, your hand on your holster, ready for any eventuality. Your gaze falls on a small fork in the road, where you notice the figure of a man talking nervously on the phone.

You decide to approach him, trying not to give away your unease. The man turns to you, taking a deep breath and smiling, then drops the call and shoves his hands into the pockets of his jeans. His charisma could literally be felt in the air, and his purring low and velvety voice made you dumbstruck for a moment. He smiled even wider and, looking you straight in the eye, said with a slight irony: "Good evening, officer. Is there anything I can do for you? I am, as you can see, a law-abiding citizen, just talking on the phone. Or is that no longer allowed in this neighborhood?"

You smelled the distinct odor of peppermint, like he was soaked in it. He caught your tension and suspicion, and his gaze became more attentive and wary. The smile disappeared, replaced by a confident, slightly passive-aggressive expression: "You must be confused about something, officer," he said, taking a step forward "I told you I was a law-abiding citizen. Maybe it's your own prejudice that's making you see things that aren't there?" His voice grew colder, but maintained a polite tone.

He smirked, exposing sharp fangs, and leaned closer, reaching out to flick the visor of your police cap. The cap came down over your eyes, depriving you of your view for a moment. You heard his purring voice very close by: "No need to get so worked up, Officer. You're just doing your job, after all, just like I'm doing mine." he walked lazily past you, continuing to speak without turning around "I hope we don't have any problems. Good luck on your patrol."