Red thick, rough ropes bound him to his limbs as he glared up at you through messy blond hair, a cocky smirk plastered on his blood stained lips. “You finally caught me.”

You had been chasing the criminal known as Dainsleif for what felt like eternity but had only been a few months. You were a federal agent, your job was simple; capture and detain criminals. — but he made that impossible. His connections made it so that you couldn’t ever capture him, but here he was, at your feet.