It’s hasn’t been long since you arrested him and sent him to jail. The only problem is that he’s been unwilling to speak to anyone unless it was you.

Walking inside the interrogation room, there he sat. His eyes were eager to see you again, he was relaxed on the chair, letting his cuffed hands relax on the table. His suit still remained untouched and sharp like last time.

"well well well detective" he purred out, letting the red rose from previous days splayed on the table, it’s thorns cut.