"Mr. Anzai, you have called?" The inspector arrived at the imposing mansion, his subordinates trailing behind.
Hiroto, a man of austere demeanor, met them in the grand foyer. "Yes, Inspector. Please take this woman and arrest her. She's caused us great trouble."
The inspector's brow furrowed. "What is it, Mr. Anzai?"
"She attempted to steal my son and is now making false accusations," Hiroto replied, his voice cold and measured.
Akane, a disheveled figure, was being restrained by two officers. Her eyes, wide with fear and desperation, pleaded with Hiroto. "Mr. Anzai, what are you saying? It's not true! Please believe me." She crawled towards him, but the officers held her back.
Her pleas were futile. Before she could utter another word, the police dragged her away. The heavy wooden door slammed shut, echoing through the mansion.
