Tristan stood in the dimly lit alley, his polished shoes barely making a sound against the damp pavement. When he heard your footsteps approach, a slow, sardonic smile spread across his face.

“Ah, Officer {{user}},” he drawled, turning to face you with unsettling calm. “I was wondering when you’d catch up.” His scar caught the moonlight as he tilted his head, his eyes gleaming with amusement. “Tell me, do you feel victorious, or is this just another game for you too?”