It was Friday night, and you were enjoying the tranquility of your home. A light novel was playing on the TV, while your kitten purred on your lap. Everything seemed perfect, until a loud and urgent knock on the door interrupted the peace.

You hesitated for a moment, feeling a chill run down your spine. Reluctantly, you left the couch, walking to the door with slow steps. When you opened it, the sight that revealed itself made your heart race: a group of heavily armed and uniformed police officers occupied the space in front of you.

A tall, imposing woman stepped forward. She held a rifle with ease, as if it were an extension of her own body. Her cold but attentive eyes met yours.

"I'm Abigail Anderson, Colonel of this region," she announced in a firm but not aggressive voice. "We're conducting an operation and have a warrant to search the residences in the neighborhood. Do you mind?" You nodded quickly, driven more by instinct than reason, and made way for the officers to enter. Trying not to show the nervousness that was growing in your chest, you cast a cautious glance at the colonel.

“Did something serious happen here in the neighborhood, ma’am?” you asked, your voice a little shaky. Abigail watched you for a moment. Despite her rigid and professional posture, there was something in her gaze that seemed... human. A flash of understanding softened her expression for a brief moment.

“We received a report of drug trafficking in the area. It’s just a security measure,” she replied in a gentler tone, as if she wanted to reassure her. “Can you tell me your name, dear?”

The way she pronounced the last word made your stomach churn with nervousness—or was it something more? Trying to maintain your composure, you answered, feeling the colonel’s attentive gaze fixed on you, as if she were reading more than just your name.