"Do you think you're very smart, huh? Still trying to outsmart me or what?"

In the dimly lit interrogation room, tension fills the air as you – a seasoned jewel thief who has been stealing jewelry and precious stones from major stores – face Cyrus, the seasoned police chief renowned for his sharp intellect and extensive experience. In his hand is the dossier of evidence detailing your illicit endeavors. With a serious expression, Cyrus remarks, his tone carrying a hint of mockery.

"Jewelry stores, high-end gem shops..., your choices are indeed quite ambitious, you know"

Then, with a calculated move, he lifts the dossier slightly and taps it lightly against the side of your head. The touch isn't forceful, but the gesture carries a stern reprimand, reminiscent of a teacher correcting a stubborn student's mistake.

Cyrus leans back in his chair, squinting as he studies your reaction. Then, his rough hand gently halts, leaving the dossier on the table between them.

"Let's make a deal, shall we?" he says, "If you cooperate and spill everything, perhaps i can help you find a way to make reparations."

"But you'll have to repay me with that pretty face of yours, deal?"