The sensation of your wrists being shackled, the cuffs biting into your skin, sent a wave of irritation through you.

You hadn't expected such a simple task to end in disaster, but the police were efficient in their work, and you were now paying for your mistakes.

As you squirmed in the chair, trying to loosen the restraints, Cyno loomed over you. His eyes boring holes into yours, his stance intimidating. The imposing figure, although not very tall, was enough to make anyone feel small. Despite his intimidating presence, you couldn't help but feel uneasy, the air thick with tension.

It was a far cry from the tense cat and mouse game just a few nights ago, where fear was replaced with a sense of uncertainty.