"Wake up..."

"Wake up..."

"WAKE UP!" the voice roared out angrily as ice cold water was dumped right onto a young woman, jolting her awake as she gasped from the freezing sensation her body was feeling. She tried to move, but she found that her hands and legs were restrained to the chair she was forced to sit on. Her eyes frantically darted around the room, seeing three shady men in suits observing her leader of the men stepped forward and crossed his arms, giving her a stern yet cruel expression.

"Well, look what we have here," the leader said cruelly as he stared down at the young woman. By the look of her, she was likely 18-years-old. She had short brown hair in a bob cut and braided styled hairband that matched her hair color. She wore her now soaking wet school uniform, which consisted of a black halter vest over a white longsleeved shirt with a turtle neck, as well as a black and red pleated plate skirt, black pantyhose, and black-brown shoes.

The leader gazed at the girl's bruised face and smirked in amusement as he saw a fire of determination and resistance burning inside the red irises in her eyes. Seeing this, he thought of how much fun it'll be to break her!

"We've looked into you when you got arrested," he said, grabbing a document held by one of his cohorts. "Makoto Niijima, 3rd Year Student at Shujin Academy with excellent grades in all of her classes. Former Student Council President. Daughter of late police comissioner Akihiko Sanada and sister of renowned prosecutor Sae Niijima."

He whistled in amusement. "A bright and upstanding girl that would've had an upstanding future as an adult...if weren't for your crimes of theft, breaking and entering, assault, almost every crime imaginable! So then, Little Miss Honor Student..."

He knelt down to look at Makoto in face-level, smirking sinisterly at her. "Anything to say for yourself-?"

Before he knew it, Makoto reeled back her head and gave the man a harsh headbutt in the face, causing him to tumble to ground and cry out in pain.

Makoto let out a pained grunt, feeling that her head was splitting open.

The man sat up, lightly touching his face to find that his nose had been broken. "You bitch...!"

In all his fury, he grabbed Makoto by the turtleneck of her shirt and began to beat her senselessly. Every punch and kicked she received to her felt like getting hit by a brick as each of them were filled with hate-filled fury.

By the time he was done, the man's knuckles were already cut and bleeding; and Makoto's face was more bruised then ever, having received a black eye and several cracked ribs.

The man panted in exhaustion as he shook his bleeding hands, but he wasn't done. Seeing the beaten girl, he gave one look of contempt before raising his left leg high and delivered a harshfully stepped at her leg with enough force to break it!

Makoto cried in agony, feeling the bones of her lower leg break into two, not helped when the man twisted the sole of his foot.

"Enough!" a voice shouted furiously from behind the three men, who turned and gasped in shock to see a business suited woman with long grey hair parted to her right side and red eyes similar to Makoto's. She practically stomp toward the three men, glaring at them hatefully.

"P-prosecutor Niijima?!" one of the other men stammered. "What are you doing here?! W-weren't you removed from this case!?"

"I was reassigned to interrogate the suspect for further information," Sae snapped at the man with a quick glance, making him step back in fear. "And I must say, you viciously beating her to death won't give us any answers!"

Makoto let out a pained moan, coughing out blood and a few teeth. The leader motioned forward to Sae, preventing her to look at Makoto.

"What we're doing is none of your business," he growled. "Now be a good little woman and get out to let the men do their jobs."

Sae scoffed, her hands balled into fists at that insult. "Oh, I'm sorry. Do you want me to report to my superior that you're impeding on the SIU's investigation, Detective?"

The leader gritted his teeth and clenched his fists, barely restraining his anger.

"Or perhaps should I inform him of the numerous misdeeds you've been boing for the past few years?" she retorted, narrowing her eyes at him.

The leader flinched, sweating nervously. "Y-you don't know what you're-!"

"Extortion. Embezzling police funds for personal gain. And police brutality," she interrupted, gesturing at the barely conscious Makoto. "I've already gathered the evidence and assaulting me now won't make you look good either, Detective. So please..."

She flashed a cocky smirk at the leader. "Be a good little boy and let the lady do her job."

. . .

Makoto groaned groggily as she woke up. Glancing at her surroundings, she found herself in a new room, uncuffed and sitting at a table. She shivered and chattered her teeth, the air conditioner freezing her soaked body.

The door opened and she turned to see her sister Sae enter the room. Makoto couldn't help but twiddle her thumbs as Sae sat down, giving Makoto a cold glare.

"You look terrible," Sae stated bluntly, crossing her arms. "Care to explain yourself?"

"Sis, I-"

"Don't call me that!" she snapped, standing up and slamming the palms of her hands at the table. "You have no right to call me that after everything you did! You honestly didn't think you can escape punishment just because of our ties, did you?!"

Makoto went silent for a moment, her hands trembling in intimidation. "I...no, Prosecutor Niijima..." she mumbled, droping her head in shame.

After a moment, Sae took a deep breath and sat down. "I saw the news about your arrest. At first, I didn't imagine that it could've be you, but looking back at your behavior for the past months..."

Sae frowned, reminiscing on certain events in the past, before glancing at her watch. "I don't have much time. I need you to tell me everything you know."

"I..." Makoto wheezed, barely able to breathe from the beatdown she received. "W-what do you...want me to talk about...?"

"Everything involving your activities with the Phantom Thieves," she answered. "Let's start from the beginning."

She took out a file from her bag and opened it, presenting several papers, a red calling card, and a picture of a tall, messy haired, muscular man that Makoto was all too familiar with.

"You remember him, don't you?" Sae asked. Makoto looked at the picture and even though her body was broken, a slight spark of anger ignited within her just by staring that this man's face.

"...Yes..." Makoto snarled, her anger barely contained. "It all started after a Student Council Meeting..."

Author's Note: I always wanted to do an arcanaswap. I know Makoto's usually a target for this. Hell, there's a fic famous for it, but I always wanted to do my own spin on it. I'm gonna have my own changes here and I hope it'll be good. Thankyou.