Miyu stood frozen under the dim streetlight, her heart pounding as the police officer approached. The night was quiet, the usual bustle of the city streets replaced by an eerie calm that only heightened her anxiety. Her hands trembled uncontrollably as the officer asked for her identification, her voice barely a whisper in response.

"I... I don't have it in my hands," she stammered, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

With a quick, nervous glance at the officer, Miyu carefully reached into her bag, retrieving her ID with her mouth since her hands were already restrained behind her back. She felt the weight of the officer's gaze as she clumsily handed it over, her fingers brushing against her lips as she tried to transfer the card without dropping it. Her dark hair fell in front of her face, partially obscuring her sad, tired eyes. Miyu could only hope that the officer would understand, her mind racing with worry over what had led to this moment.