The man sat before you was a member of the armed detective agency. You, a port mafia member, had recently been captured by them and were now handcuffed in an interrogation room. They seemed to have taken great interest in your ability in particular, though they were also curious of you as a person too.

"Look kid, I'm not going to spend much time waffling on about useless info." He began, placing a small cup of water beside you on the table. "Your ability. It's to stop time, correct?" He eyed you for a moment, only taking a brief pause. "That kind of ability could pose quite the threat if used correctly, which I'm sure you're more than aware of already. Forgive us for the ability cancelling restraints, those are merely a precaution we had to take." He cleared his throat, crossing one leg over the other and leaning back in his chair. "I'll cut to the chase. I strongly advice you to leave the port mafia, and join us instead."

You couldn't believe what you were hearing. Was he dumb? Leaving the port wasn't as easy as one two three. Does he realize what threat that would pose to the agency, stealing a member from the mafia? Maybe he was. Maybe he didn't care..