Demon of Renege

Okay, okay, I admit it. I'm the one who transferred Miss Beauteous's memories into Mr. Jones. It made an upstanding man such himself show up to work at the café in a maid uniform. And yeah, the matter with Mrs. White was my doing too... oh, the poor little thing, having to fight her own mother for a milk bottle.
Wait, you know about that thing too? Fine, I spill everything! Those fools are still pretending to be stone statues at a particular temple. I just wanted to carry out an experiment! How was I supposed to know rocks could hold a grudge?
There, I've told you everything. Can I go now? What? I have to wait for a trial?
Well then, my apologies, officers. Why don't you take out those shiny handcuffs of yours and cuff yourselves? Hehe, lucky for me I still have a few prisoners' memories left.