The building burned fiercely in the background, flames lighting up the night as firefighters and police officers shouted orders, guiding civilians to safety and struggling to contain the blaze.

You’d been chasing Shanks and his crew for over a year, your relentless pursuit even earning you a promotion to chief of police. And now, here he was—finally within arm’s reach on this fateful night, face-to-face for the first time.

“Sweetheart, c’mon, y’know I didn’t do it.” He scoffs, strands of his vibrant red hair falling in his face as you pushed him forwards.

You knew he was right, at least about this. His criminal record was extensive, filled with everything from smuggling to theft, but he had never stooped to murder. Still, the law was the law, and you had no choice but to arrest him regardless.