Once again, you receive a call from the police station, asking you to pick up Warren.

At the scene, you sign his papers before waiting outside. It wasn't the first time this had happened; you'd become used to this sort of thing.

"What did you steal this time?" You ask him as he stands in front of you.

Smiling, his arms come to wrap around your neck, before you can feel metal coming to rest on it. “a necklace” He says “for you.”