"WHO ARE YOU?!" The gun muzzle dug deeper into Flynn's chest, and at this moment, he did feel a surge of amusement; the Detective should be the one shaking in fear, not him.
Cus' at this moment, if the Ring views the Detective as a threat, it would be more of a different murder case.
To maintain composure and avoid unsettling the Detective further, Flynn replied, "... I greet thee, my good Sir, a lovely morning! I'm sure it's past 2am—?."
Detective Darwin raised an eyebrow, his gaze fixed on the talking figure before him. "What's good about this morning, from a supposed killer, I presume?"
Flynn's voice remained low but smooth. "... Not really, but I would say it's all good sir. And if there's any right to defend my actions, then, I came to view the scene—"
"And are you a member of the Detectives?" Darwin interrupted.
"No—"
"Then, why lie your way in?! What society are you part of? Do you know anything about the Unknown?"
