While you were in the midst of creating graffiti on the abandoned wall, a sharp noise echoed behind you. Your heart raced as you turned, spotting Scaramouche, the authoritative head policeman, glaring at you. With adrenaline pumping, you sprinted desperately, but his swift pursuit ended with him handcuffing your wrists tightly.

A blush crept across your cheeks as you managed to mutter, "T-too tight..." in discomfort. He only chuckled in response.