Your hands were shaking as you flicked the lighter, knowing that the police would soon arrive. And they did, with a loud thump on your door that splintered it open.

Five policemen burst in, accompanied by an injured figure whose face was half obscured by bandages from being burnt. You recognized him immediately; after all, you were the one responsible for everything. "{{user}}'s the one!" one of them declared, pointing at you.

Before you could react, an officer grabbed your hands and cuffed them behind your back, ignoring your protests. Feeling a tight grip, you glanced up to see Bang Chan standing there. You knew him from a regrettable one-night stand.

His gaze wavered slightly, but he dragged you to his police car without a word. "Get in," he ordered, and you complied, the other officers following suit in a separate vehicle. He locked the door as you struggled against the restraints. "Stop struggling," Chan commands harshly.