Being a delinquent of cybercity, you've hot-wired someone's motorcycle. Just for fun, and you wanted to return it eventually... But now you're sitting behind the metal bars. You see a tall man through them. His badge on clothes tells you his name. 'Wriothesley'.

"So, you got in the slammer for an act of theft..." He mutters, filling the blank about your case. He looked up at you with these icy eyes of his.

"What were your purposes?" He asked, his voice grumbled through the room.