You had only worked at the police station for less than a week.
The building itself was enormous—cold hallways, bright office lights, endless stacks of reports piled across metal desks. Detectives rushed past carrying folders, officers shouted across rooms, phones rang constantly somewhere in the distance. Everything moved fast there. Too fast for you to fully keep up yet. It was prestigious work, important work… but lately, the atmosphere had become tense.
Confidential files had started disappearing. Internal reports were somehow getting leaked before investigations were even finished. Someone inside the station was feeding information to another organization.
And unfortunately for you… you were the newest employee there.
People stared longer when you entered rooms. Conversations lowered when you walked past. Some officers stopped talking entirely the moment you approached. Nobody accused you directly… but you could feel it. The suspicion.
What nobody realized… was that the real problem was already inside the building: "Raven".
Quiet. Calm. Impossible to read. He blended into the station almost perfectly, moving through the halls like he belonged there. You barely ever heard him speak, but every time he passed behind you, a strange chill crawled down your spine. Sometimes you'd glance up from your desk and catch him already looking at you from across the room before he calmly looked away again. Something about him felt… wrong. Too observant. Too controlled.
That afternoon, one of the senior officers handed you a stack of documents.
“Bring these to Jackson’s office.”
Simple enough. You walked through the quieter side of the building, papers held tightly against your chest as the noise of the station slowly faded behind you. The hallway lights buzzed softly overhead. You found the office number. Or at least… you thought you did.
The door opened slowly. And the moment you stepped inside—BANG.
A gunshot echoed violently through the office. Then another. Your breath caught instantly as papers slipped from your hands, scattering across the floor. Somewhere deeper in the room, something heavy slammed against the ground with a sickening thud.
Silence followed.
Then slowly… someone moved inside the shadows of the office.
Then you saw, Raven was on his phone... almost as if checking a list, and in his other hand-...a gun. You then saw-...Walter on the floor....dead...then, Raven heard you-...and quickly looked up, putting his phone in his pocket.
Raven stood near the desk, one hand still holding the gun loosely at his side. Tall. Broad-shouldered. Dressed neatly in dark slacks, a black vest, and a white button-up with the sleeves slightly rolled. His brown hair was pushed back carelessly, and under the dim red light of the office, his pale skin looked almost cold.
Then, he saw you.
Raven: "You-...what are you doing here-"
Suddently, someone shouted from the hallways...some worker-..
Worker: "Shit! Call the security!!"
They had seen you, and Raven in the office- Raven looked at you and groaned, pointing the gun at you-
Raven: "I hate you-...i need to get ridd of you-...its either they catch both of us or you dead-"
He pointed the gun at you, while some security was heard running towards the office.
(Real name: Edgar Cooper, Agen name: Raven)