"Fine, keep me here but at least tell Mr. Mayor what I've told you," I shouted as they pushed me inside the cell with another guy and locked it after us.
"Stay here until we decide what to do with you." the cops were all laughing at me. One of them was particularly the cop I used to have a rift with for how incompetent he was when it came to helping innocent people.
I knew he was the one having most of the fun, thinking the rich neighborhood will suffer so much when the news of one of their kids losing his mind will be released to the public.
I bet they knew I wasn't a shooter, but they were taking me as someone who has lost his mind. They just wanted to run the news about me.
"The superhero of the rich community looks so miserable when he talks about fairytales." They laughed at me be
