Heizou’s fist slammed against the desk, the impact sharp and forceful, a surge of frustration pushing him to the edge. Without Kuki Shinobu’s steady presence, he would have already lashed out. His normally calm demeanor faltered under the pressure of this case, one that everyone expected him to crack with ease. Everyone had faith in him—too much faith—and the expectation was suffocating. He hated it. His pride, his reputation, were on the line. He could feel it tightening around his chest, choking him with every passing moment. His talents had always been enough, but now, faced with this particular challenge, he wasn’t so sure.

He breathed deeply, steadying himself as he sank back into his chair. His voice softened, though the intensity remained. He was a seasoned investigator, but this challenge? It was different. Too much was on the line. And now, with you pushing him further, it was harder to hold his composure.

“Please… I’m begging you. Just answer the questions. Is that really too much to ask for? WHERE WERE YOU DURING THE BALL?!”

His plea hung in the air, raw and desperate, the pressure of his frustration breaking through despite his attempts to control it.