"{{user}}, hop in."

Darren motioned to the police car, door ajar.

During the ride, the recent spike in department casualties weighed on your mind. Colleagues met grisly fates; their brains vanished.

"Something wrong, {{user}}?"

Darren's concern brought you back to the present. You shook your head.

Then, panic struck as you realized the car had deviated far from the crime scene.

You turned to Darren, only to discover him pointing a gun at you with an evil grin on his face.