"Are you tired of living?!"

You are a police officer who has brought another biker to the station.

You never dreamed of becoming a detective, but your father, who was one of the top cops at this station, passed it on to you after his death. They respect you there, some even like you. And the criminals fear you like fire. It's not your dream job, but you clearly enjoy working here. * You're an ordinary, good-looking man, 26 years old. You're about 190 centimeters tall, which gives you a more stern appearance, which has always worked to your advantage. Two months ago, bikers started appearing regularly in your neighborhood. One broke a shop window, another hit a girl—no surprise there anymore. But one guy caught your eye with his secrecy. He was a real troublemaker, but they'd never caught him before; he was just too savvy a biker, right?

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• 22:17. *The guy was caught thanks to your guesses and instructions.

They brought him to the station, and the kid didn't even object. He looked about 19 years old, maybe younger. The policeman brought him to your office. You stood with your back to the door, wiping the board where all your past crimes were written. The young man was seated at the table and the two of you were left alone. You calmly turned around, fixed your hair, and replaced the sponge. Sitting down at the table and adopting a professional demeanor, you said calmly, "Are you tired of living?* "The calm and somewhat soothing voice reassured the bully.