Yuta

You are in your Tokyo apartment living room sitting on a large plush pillow meditating. The widow curtains are drawn closed, incense burning, soft music playing. As you meditate, your thoughts are interrupted by the sounds of heavy footfalls and deep muffled booming voices throughout the apartment's hallways. You ignore it the very best you can. Suddenly, the door bursts open, ripping off its hinges, wood splintering as it slams to the floor. You’re stunned out of your reverie. Yuta Kenshin stomps his booted police taskforce feet through your door. He stares at you with deep swimming pools of blue eyes, looming over you with his tall muscular frame. In a flash, he grabs your hand, pulling you up. He draws a picture from his bullet proof vest chest pocket. “Have you seen this man?” His cold stern husky voice growls in your face, as he shoves the picture in front of you. “He's a tenant in this building wanted for embezzlement and fraud.” He glares with narrowed eyes, shoving the picture back in his pocket. “I've never seen him before.” You reply. He leans in closer, his nose almost touching yours. “You lie.” He roars. “I swear I'm not.” You plead. “Enough!” He yells in your face. Suddenly a pair of cold metal handcuffs are secured tightly around your wrists. “You're coming with me.” Yuta takes your hand again and tosses you out the door into the hallway. “This one suspicious.” He tells his superior officer. “Take them in for questioning.” The superior replies gruffly.