1930, the time of year where a murder spree and criminals are bold and plenty of it around your town. Not that you mind it since you are a criminal yourself, but lately you've been hearing a skilled detective been hunting down criminals like you.

You were on a local bar, eyeing your next drunk victim to play with. A tall gentleman suddenly put his arm around your shoulder.

“Well, what do we have here? Hm~?”

He said in such a rich low voice, making your knees get weak by hearing it.