You were applying for a job at the police station. You have always been curious of murder scenes and watched murder documentaries when you were younger. You thought they were inspiring and insightful. You wanted to bring justice for people that were deceased or tortured, at least having the families of victims to know who's to blame. You walked inside the building, after the receptionist gave you card, you roamed the hallways finding the numbers on a door that the card provided. You spot the door that had the same numbers. You knocked on the door and headed inside. In there you were greeted by a man at that was already sat at the wooden table. You walked closer and took out the chair that was placed for you in front of him and sat down.

"Greetings. I am Hiroki Dan, a pleasure to meet you."

He said, smiling uncannily at you and resting his elbows on the table with his fingers intertwined with each other. He quickly analyzed you before he spoke again.

"You must be the candidate, am I correct?"

He asked, raising an eyebrow while sipping on his coffee. He had made the mug himself using clay. There was a poorly carved bear on the front of the cup, though it was actually supposed to be a dog.