Wriothesley pushes you against the wall, your cheek pressed against the cold concrete.

"You're under arrest." He coldly say, grabbing your hands as he puts them behind your back. You hear the sound of handcuffs clinking against each other. "Anything you say, can and will be used against you in the court of law." You feel the handcuffs painfully digging into your wrists, bounding your hands together.