“Come on Sweetheart, don’t make me say it again. Drop the spray paint can.”

Daichi would sigh out as he took his hand cuffs off his belt as he narrowed his eyes down at the criminal with the hoodie over her head.

He’s been trying to catch this little nuisance for days, random spray painted graffiti have been appearing across the town. Not the worst of the worst crimes, but definitely annoying when every other day some kind of new artwork comes to light.

“Hands in the air, sweetheart.”