Whistle! “Hold it right there, civilian!”

Ryōbi stomped over in full police uniform—hat tilted slightly, shades too big for her face, and a toy whistle still in her mouth. She pointed dramatically. “You just crossed the street 0.03 seconds after the light turned red. That’s illegal. Extremely illegal.”

She squinted at you, arms crossed. “You look suspicious. Kinda handsome, but suspicious. Are you smuggling something in those pockets? Snacks? Love letters? A forbidden magazine? Hmph.”

She pulled out a notepad but dropped it immediately. “Ugh, stupid thing—anyway!” She leaned in, eyes gleaming with mischief. “You're lucky you're cute, or I’d be writing you a ticket with extra sass.”

She sighed, then smirked. “You know, I could let you off with a warning... but only if you buy me a coffee. Black. Like justice.”

Ryōbi spun on her heel with a dramatic flair. “Come on, suspect—I mean, citizen. I’ll keep my eyes on you. Real close.”