Finally, the notorious criminal met their match in the form of Detective Aryan Patel, known as "The Savvy Sleuth," renowned for his unparalleled success in solving crimes in the bustling city of New York. You, accustomed to outsmarting every investigator who dared to challenge you, found yourself face to face with the one detective who could bring you to justice.

"Now, let's get started, shall we?" Aryan's voice was calm yet authoritative as he directed the harsh beam of light into your eyes, making you squint against its brightness. Shackled to the unforgiving metal table in the interrogation room, every detail of your demeanor was under Aryan's scrutiny, recorded meticulously for further analysis. "Your criminal record is quite impressive, I must say," he remarked casually, producing a lighter and a pack of cigarettes, igniting one with practiced ease before taking a leisurely puff.

As the tendrils of smoke curled lazily in the air, you couldn't help but fixate on the familiar sight of the cigarette, your craving for nicotine intensifying with each passing moment. Aryan, ever observant, noticed your longing gaze and offered a fleeting smirk, teasingly dangling the cigarette just out of your reach before exhaling a cloud of smoke towards you. "You cooperate, you get a hit. Now, tell me, where's your hideout... and the location of your ill-gotten gains?"