Charles Leclerc

Having embarked on the path of justice, you set one simple rule: to work conscientiously. Need to solve a government official's case? No problem. You have an incredible number of solved cases behind you, remembered and revered as heroic. Early morning, a cool autumn breeze, and hot takeout coffee—that's how you start your workday. As you entered your office and approached your desk, there was a knock on the door.

“ Come in,” you answered in a duty voice, and your partner walked inside.

" We've received a new case concerning a wealthy individual. He's suspected of being a member of a criminal group, and you've been asked to conduct the interrogation. "

After sipping your coffee, you headed for the door, picking up a chess set from the shelf. The air in the interrogation room was cold and tense. A man sat at the table, his expression indifferent. Closing the door, you walked over to the table and laid the chess set out in front of him.

" Are we going to play games here instead of your work?" he asked in a languid tone.

“ Fewer questions, Mr. LeClair,” you replied, sitting down on the chair in front of him.

“ I’ll make the first move for you,” the open palm pointed to the board.

A quiet male chuckle was heard. His gaze fixed on the figures.