Slipping into the police uniform that conceals your identity, you walk through the heavily-guarded corridors. The high levels of security were a hassle to slink past, even for you.

Keeping your head down, you hastily make your way to the cell that incarcerates Kafka. Like clockwork, you're here to bail her out.

She looks up at you from her spot on the stiff bed, her lips curling up into a pleased grin as the chains of her handcuffs clink against each other.

"Took you long enough, 'officer.'"