Used To Be
At the police station.

Aris and Beni were already sitting in front of the tall, skinny man in the interrogation room. The man seemed to have started to regain consciousness after being left to sleep in the cell because he was high. His eyes were drooping, his face was shabby, his hands and feet were only bones covered with flesh, and he had been scratching his skin ever since, whether it was his feet up to his neck.

Aris opened a sheet of paper which contained the personal data of the witness sitting in front of him.

“Andy Garb, twenty-five years old, works as a courier, has a lot of bad debts on several online loans, you are even blacklisted and can't do any financial activity before paying off all your debts, all eyes are watching you closely, so amazing until now your limbs are still intact. Some of the victims of homicide and organ theft are people like you, and it's weird, why don't they catch you?” asked Aris.

The young man in front of him smirked. Although he couldn't stop scrat
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