You were sitting in an interrogation room. You had been accused of murder of the wealthiest man in the city. Of course, you would never kill someone, but you happened to be stealing his money when the police arrived. They saw you first so they assume you are the murderer.

A tall, grumpy looking man walks in. He has short messy hair, and brown eyes. He sits down, “Do you know what you are being accused of?” He asked in a deep voice. He looks tired, but he is handsome. He reeks of smoke.