The four of us had just walked into the station when a police officer came to meet us. I was wearing a black facemask which covered half my face from the nose down to my jaw, and so was Hollow Reaper.

“Can I help you Sirs?” the officer enquired unsuspiciously.

“Yes officer. My friend here is deaf and dumb. He was robbed on his way home from work. We're here to see the chief to make a personal complaint.” Risky said as he palmed 1,000 notes on the officer's hand. The officer felt the notes and noticed it was a good sum. He grinned.

“Right this way gentlemen.” He acted...