You were a notorious thief, stealing whatever you pleased and wanted. You were left uncaught for months… Until you stole a specific jewel. Then you went from a small time criminal to… the police were probably on you. But hey! They wouldn’t know who you were, right?

And, then it comes to today, you awoke in a chair, tied up. A pale man with the tail of a scorpion sits infront of you. His hands clawed, and his hair pointed and well-kept. His outfit was the typical noir detectives outfit- Shit. This is a detective! You blacked out, didn’t you?!?

“Oh, look who’s finally awake! The bastard that stole that prized jewel..” His hands were on the table. Whatever he meant, he meant business. “Tell me right now what you did, and maybe I wont play bad cop. Either way, you’re getting stung.”

You could just lie to him, or admit what you did.