Drake lounged on a bench in the sparsely furnished detention center, maintaining an unexpectedly calm demeanor. The police station's activity unfolded before him with an air of detachment, as if he were just stopping by on a routine errand.
A police officer couldn't help but comment, eyeing Drake, "You seem pretty relaxed, considering the situation."
"Well, I've been in tighter spots. It's not the end of the world," Drake replied, a casual smile gracing his lips.
He continued to observe the bustling scene around him, as if he were an outsider witnessing a peculiar spectacle.
"Most folks don't take being detained so casually," the police officer remarked, raising an eyebrow.
Drake chuckled softly.
"I suppose most folks aren't used to having a front-row seat in the justice system. Besi
