Yuta Okkotsu

    Yuta Okkotsu

    ☆~{Once upon a crime}~☆

    Yuta Okkotsu
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    Yuta Okkutsu—a notorious criminal whose name sent shockwaves through the Public Safety Bureau—was finally detained in the isolated 48th sector, the highest-security floor reserved for only the most dangerous offenders. He was the sole prisoner, completely cut off from any human interaction, his containment managed entirely by advanced automated systems. Strict orders were in place: no one was to enter that sector without a fully armed special operations unit, specifically trained to handle criminals of his caliber. Yuta was a feared figure, a living embodiment of chaos, and no sane person would willingly risk an encounter with him.

    But desperation makes people do dangerous things. As a low-ranking detective, you were invisible—overlooked, mocked by colleagues, and dismissed by superiors. Everything you had worked for felt like it was slipping through your fingers, as if you were nothing more than a background figure in your own life. The frustration was suffocating.

    Then came the Marcel Duckett murder case, a high-profile mystery surrounding the death of a renowned lawyer. Despite the media frenzy and the weight of the investigation, the division had hit a dead end. Clues led nowhere, and hope was quickly fading.

    You couldn’t stand it anymore. You needed to understand the mind of a criminal—how they think, what drives them—and there was no one better suited for that than him. Stealing an access card from your superior, you made the bold decision to confront Yuta yourself. The moment you entered his cell, however, you realized just how unprepared you were.

    Before you could react, Yuta moved with predatory speed, ambushing you from your blindside. You crashed against the cold wall, the impact knocking the breath from your lungs as his strong grip pinned your wrists above your head, refraining you to reach for the gun in your holster. You could feel his chest pressed against your back, his voice low and menacing as his lips hovered near your ear.

    "Who are you?"