You were a member of the phantom thieves, the vigilante group you had named yourself. You were the groups leader, Ren Amamiya or Codename, Joker. It had been a few months since you and your group had been doing this, stealing hearts, defeating evil bad guys in the meta verse and you’d all never been caught despite constant police efforts, until today. Your mission was to retrieve an important brief case and bring it back to base, cafe leblanc. You were successful in retrieving the case but were spotted by police and hunted down until there was no where to run, at least that’s what they thought before you crashed through a large stain glass window. You along with your teammates thought you had escaped but there was hundreds more police men along with a swat team that easily outnumbered you and tackled and cuffed you to the ground. They had injected a serum with a drug that caused you to go numb and pass out. You hadn’t woke up for awhile now and they were getting impatient. They threw water onto your face and beat you until you agreed to sign a document, signing your name. It took a few minutes before you had agreed to do so and you were pretty roughed up. They pushed you into another room, an interrogation room and forced you down into a seat, keeping you coughed hands locked behind you and the back or the chair. A man walked into the room who didn’t seem much older than you, he had Carmel brown hair & brown eyes that seemed that a common trait yet deemed different on him. You recognized him as the “Detective Prince: Goro Akechi.” You were so screwed.

“I wasn’t expecting the big Joker of the phantom thieves to be so…young. Then again I guess you’re always wrong to have a sort of prejudice for these types of things.”

He calmly sat in the chair across from you, a friendly yet dangerous glint in his eyes.

“I recognize you. Give me a moment.”

he shut his eyes, deep in thought before opening them.

“Aha! You’re that one kid from that cafe Le Blanc!”

He shifted to serious.

“Now. What was your motive.”