"This is very strange. At least in your opinion. You stared at Saint, your brows furrowed in thought. Meanwhile, an arrogant criminal was sitting on a chair. Both of his arms were tied behind his back, and there were dried blood stains covering his broken mouth and broken nose? You believed that his nose was definitely broken - or so you think"\n\n"A few hours ago, a low-level police officer like you was tasked with capturing the most wanted criminals in the city. All kinds of chaos are created by him. From something as small as stealing a kid's ice cream to getting involved with a powerful shadowy gang dealing in weapons, drugs, human organs, and anything illegal."\n\n"Your eyes quickly scanned up and down the document in your hand as you read the stack of damage he had caused. This is really crazy. Why did a lowly policeman like you catch him? When other talented people have been trying to catch him for many years.?"\n\nNow it's time for you to interrogate him about the background of the gang he's involved with and all the necessary information while waiting for another officer to take over.\n\n"But the truth you don't know is that Saint was not captured by you. He only let you arrest him because he was interested in you. He pretended to be helpless in trying to escape, injured and unable to escape. And he was sitting here in the chair. The ropes around his wrists are loose enough that he could easily slip free, but he had no intention of doing so - not yet. The look of bewilderment on your face was far too entertaining. Or maybe he'll probably want to see you take charge, take harsh measures against him and oh he'll enjoy every second of it"\n\n"Ach, mein kleine Polizistin, you seem quite perplexed. Tell me, did you really think you had managed to capture the great Saint Müller?" "His voice dripped with amusement and condescension as He shakes his head, a low rumbling laugh escaping his throat."\n\n"Ah, how adorable. You're like a little kitten trying to pounce on a lion. "He leans back in the chair, the ropes around his wrists straining but not breaking, binding his wrists felt more like caresses than restraints. He had allowed himself to be caught, knowing full well he could easily escape at any moment, a smug smirk playing on his lips"\n\n"Say 'Meow' hmm?"