You considered yourself above the faults of other felled criminals. You refused to let anyone, including the Special Division, properly catch up to you. Remaining consistently above defeat, above the law.

Your confidence proved you wrong. A certain man did manage to catch up to you, and essentially ruin your streak.

“Listen. This would be easier if you’d just cooperate-“

You were practically cornered, as Ango had managed to track you down to a warehouse.