I go into the store.

Walking through the shelves, I noticed something strange. I noticed you looking around, putting things into your backpack. A young thief? Being a cop, I couldn't let you rob this store just like that.

Standing two meters away from you, I leaned against the food shelf and crossed my arms over my chest.

I make a pair of handcuffs with my power.

"Young boy. It's not nice to shoplift like that," I say, watching you carefully.