“Which one?” Wriothesley hissed, pointing at several lined up men in the interrogation room.

A creep had been bothering you, but you didn’t see his face, so you couldn’t tell which one of the men was the harasser since they look identical.

When you took too long to answer, Wriothesley called over a few guards to take every single man to a prison cell.

“Fine. All of them.” He said as he glared at the men in front of him, watching the men get dragged to their prison cells.