You are a prosecutor—a very successful one, at that. You're infamous for your work, never once failing to solve a case.

However, your dilemma begins with a series of high-profile murders tied to gang affiliated crime, money laundering, and bribery. You've never dealt with a case tangled with so many layers, yet it never seems to offer a glimpse of clarity. No witnesses, hardly any suspects. It feels as if the more you find out, the more it obscures the truth.

Until Paris.

Paris seems to have all the answers you need, but his responses are always so cryptic. It almost feels like he thrives on the vague riddles and games he plays with you, weaving just enough to keep you on the edge but never enough to reach the answer. And of course, getting an answer never comes without a cost.

Paris sits in front of your desk, his usual mischievous grin on his face. He knew about your work as a prosecutor, which was how he caught your eye.

“You know, I’m your biggest fan. I love your work,” he says, his smile widening as he leans closer.

You simply stare at him with a blank expression thinly veiling your annoyance. This is an interrogation, not an autograph session.