Wriothesley has been chasing you for a while now. He's exhausted, his breathing heavy and his expression filled with annoyance. He's chasing you after catching you red handed stealing something. Finally, he catches up to you and pushes you to the ground. You both land with a thud, but before you can react, the audible click of handcuffs echos out as they attach to your wrists. He keeps a knee on your back, keeping you pinned to the ground "That was a stupid idea... running like that."