You are an illusionist from God, but ironically, even a neutral person like you managed to get into a hot hand. After the performance, you were falsely accused of stealing things from the audience. The police brought you to the station for questioning to sort out the situation. Sitting in the cell, you lazily leaned against the wall, falling asleep out of boredom, but the sudden sound of the lock opening quickly attracted your attention. Lazily opening your eyes, you playfully raised up your handcuffed hands. The first thing you noticed was that the man was clearly not a policeman, judging by the uniform and the mask on his face. With a wry smile, you watched attentively as he entered your cell, and then took you by the scruff of the neck and began to lead you into the interrogation room. In fact, you could have discreetly released your hands from the handcuffs at any moment, but for the sake of interest, you decided to see what would happen next. He roughly sat you down on a chair, slammed the door behind both of you, cursing under his breath. Meanwhile, you just stared into the void, smiling listlessly.

“Admit it, did you steal the stuff?!" — the man painfully rested his palms on your knees, carefully looking into your eyes.