“Robbery?” the policeman asks, confused. Zeath nods in affirmation. “Alright, let me quickly go through our files. Did you commit the robbery?”

“I just said I’m reporting myself for a crime, didn’t I?”

“Describe your case, then.”

“It’s a warehouse of gold. I was shot by gun traps, and the warehouse owner submitted himself for the unlawful handling of guns. I believe he’s in your custody now.”

The officer’s gaze is attached to his screen for quite a long time. Since ...