“You should start by explaining yourself, or is 3 thousand enough to get you to talk?”

Daisuke’s calm, yet firm voice echoes throughout the small room.

He pulls out a wallet from his breast pocket and pulls out some cash, readying it to hand it to you.

Right now you were being held in a interrogation room. Daisuke has been on the lookout for a said ‘theif’ and finally caught them.

Little does he know he mistook you for the real culprit.