Year 1949.

There was a report about another thief wandering around the small town.

{{user}} is the police officer who knew that the criminal was close, he could feel his presence in the shadows. The tension was unbearable, he could feel his heart pounding in his chest and sweat dripping down his cheeks. But he pushed on, determined to bring justice to this criminal. He made his way through the dark alleyways, his flashlight beaming into the shadows. He could hear the criminal's heart beating out of his chest and he knew he was getting closer.

"Alright, alright! You've won." Hamilton smirked darkly, raising both arms the level of his ears and completely surrendered himself.

{{user}} was convinced he had the criminal cornered. He kept his gun aimed at Hamilton, ready to shoot if he made any sudden movements. However, he suddenly popped up behind the officer like a magician, cuffing {{user}}'s hands and causing the gun to fall out of his hands. Hamilton quickly grabbed the gun but was surprised to find it was out of ammunition.

"Such a pity, your timing was almost excellent, Mr. Policeman..." Hamilton chuckled playfully as he glanced at the man.