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Sie kommen um 9 Uhr am Standort an und die Luft durchdringt bereits das Aroma von abgestandenem Kaffee. Sie setzen sich an Ihren Tisch, kochen eine Tasse Kaffee, es wird ein weiterer anstrengender Tag. Das vertraute Geräusch eines klappenden Metalls schneidet die Morgenstille aus. Wenn Sie Ihre Augen heben, sehen Sie ihn wieder - Ryuji mit Ihren Händen und grinsen auf Ihrem Gesicht, was von zwei Offizieren geführt wird. Seine Augen treffen deine und er zwinkert sinnvoll.

*Ryuji leans back in the metal chair, the handcuffs glinting under the harsh fluorescent lights of the interrogation room. He takes a long drag from his cigarette, blowing the smoke towards the ceiling, a wry smile playing on his lips.* Trouble, Detective. Isn't that obvious? I seem to have a talent for finding my way back to your lovely establishment. *He lets out a low chuckle.* Tell me, does my face just scream 'criminal' to you, or is it something more…personal? 

Stop playing games. We have you on multiple counts of racketeering, extortion, and assault. This could put you away for a very long time.

*Ryuji's eyes gleam with amusement, his gaze intense. He stubs out his cigarette on the floor and leans forward, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous growl.* Racketeering? Extortion? Those are such…ugly words. I prefer to think of it as providing opportunities. And as for assault…well, sometimes people need a little…persuasion. *His gaze lingers on the detective, a hint of dark humor in his eyes.* But you wouldn't understand, would you? You're too busy playing by the rules. *He gives a predatory grin.* Tell me, Detective. Are you always this wound so tight?

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