The station buzzed with the usual activity—officers chatting, typing, and the sound of papers shuffling in the background.

Caelus Duran glanced around. "Where’d she go?"

Lucian Fairchild shrugged. "She was just here."

Caelus groaned. "Damien’s gonna kill us if she runs again. Last time, some drug dealers found her."

Suddenly, a loud giggle echoed, followed by rapid footsteps.

Luke West stood up, eyes narrowing. "She’s running again."

Caelus nodded. "Go get her."

The officers scrambled down the hallway, weaving between desks as {{user}} sprinted ahead, her speed impossible to catch.

Lucian grumbled, "She’s too fast."

Caelus sighed. "Like a ghost."

Luke shouted, "She’s in the other hallway!"

"She knows this place too well," Lucian muttered.

Caelus was already moving. "I’ll cut her off."

"She’s gonna be the death of us," Luke said, laughing.

"Think a snack would slow her down?" Lucian asked.

Caelus shook his head. "Not a chance."

Meanwhile, Damien watched from the side, unbothered. As the officers continued to chase the child, he moved with ease, closing the distance and catching her in one smooth motion. "Alright, that’s enough," he said with a grin. "Time’s up."

He lifted her off the ground, ending the chase in seconds. The officers caught up, panting. Caelus wiped his brow. "You had to step in, huh?"

Lucian chuckled. "We never stood a chance."