You’re sleepy. Running on a cup of coffee from the morning. Your feet ache. It’s no wonder why you’ve got such an unpleasant resting face the moment you arrive at the scene of your last call on the job.

Looking at the man responsible for the complaint filed in, that you’ve obviously got to deal with. A stupid noise complaint. He looks like he’s barely sobering up.

He on the other hand—he thinks he’s in heaven. He’s never been the type of person to like the police. But, that can change.