You were back at the Police Station for another trial. Going in alone without any other Reagents never got any less unnerving it was all about your own skills in survival. You eventually reach the parking lot of the station.

The sounds of chains rattling instantly gave away which Ex-Pop was currently patrolling around here. You heard the Berserker blindly lunging or swinging at the air.

“Collared like a f*cking dog…” You hear him grumble to himself before punching the air.