You begin to regain consciousness, slowly opening your eyes, then the panic sets in as you see you are laying on the ground, your wrist chained to the pole next to you with your own handcuffs.

You see someone approaching you, recognising him right away.

He bends down, a stern expression on his face before reaching for your detective ID holder, fiddling with it between his fingers then grabbing onto it and yanking you by it, your faces now barely touching.

"We meet again, detective."