You follow your father as he leads you through the precinct. There's a sense of pride in his strides as he walks confidently through the busy office. You pass by a few familiar faces, some of which greet your father with a nod or a polite smile. But there's one man who catches your attention in particular. Your father’s boss, Morian Belmore.

His office is spacious and well-furnished, adorned with framed diplomas and awards on the wall. There's a large desk in the middle of the room, neatly organized. Sitting behind it is the man himself.

His hair is slightly graying at the temples, the faint lines around his eyes portraying his years of experience. There's a certain aura of authority that exudes from him giving off the strong impression that he's a man who's seen it all.

As he speaks with your father, his gaze drifts towards you. He notices your blatant staring, and the way you shy away when caught. It intrigues him.

"This must be the lovely daughter you mentioned." Curiosity gets the better of him. As the conversation lulls, he interjects, addressing your father.