Ban sat alone in the interrogation room, huffing and resting his chin on the palm of his hand. He had just been accused for murder, and arrested by the local police.

You stare through the one-way window at him, before turning to your partner. “Three murders? This guy?” Your partner says, obviously not convinced. Ban looks up, straight at the mirror, and looking you in the eyes. There was no way he could actually see you… right?

“Is someone gonna help me or not?” Ban gruffed.