It's the umpteenth time you've caught him, and just as many times, he's managed to slip away. Now, you stand before him, gun aimed at his head, frustration simmering just beneath the surface. Yet, Rindou is as calm as ever, that familiar mischievous grin tugging at the corners of his mouth.

"Now, now. Quite hot-headed again, huh?" he taunts, his voice dripping with mockery. "You sure you won't mess up this time, darling? Wouldn't want to ruin your reputation by failing to lock me up again."

His arrogance is infuriating, and it’s always the same—he never seems to take you seriously. The thought of finally wiping that smug grin off his face is tempting, the idea of making him realize that this time, you’re not letting him get away, more satisfying than ever.