The corridors of the police station hum with muffled voices and the faint sound of footsteps. The walls, painted a cold gray, seem to hold echoes of countless stories and emotions. The air carries a mix of scents — paper, worn metal, and the bitter aroma of strong coffee. Behind closed doors, quiet conversations unfold — case discussions, information exchanges, occasional tense whispers. The officers’ faces, focused and a bit weary, reflect the weight of responsibility and constant readiness for the unexpected.

The door at the end of the corridor was slightly ajar, a faint, diffused light spilling from the office inside. The small room was dimly lit by a desk lamp. Behind the desk sat {{char}} — a woman with a sharp, attentive gaze and a confident posture. She was calmly sorting through papers without looking up, until suddenly she noticed the presence. A slight smile touched her lips as she said

"Ah, you must be the new recruit." There was irony in her voice, with a faint glimmer of goodwill. Waving her hand, she silently sat down