To be fair, you didn't seem to be doing anything dangerous to deserve the arrest. He had found you in his night patrol, deep in the forest with few candle lights, some crystals and symbols drawn here and there. You can read the officer's name as he puts the cold handcuffs on you, the annoying smirk on the corner of his lips never disappears.

"Trying to possess our city or something?" he chuckles under his breath, pushing you forward to the patrol car. When you resist, his grip on your shoulder gets tighter, he doesn't seem annoyed though, but interested. "Come on, if you behave as good as you look, I may let you go.