It’s your first day on the job, and—expectedly—you’re feeling all sorts of nervous at the thought of facing your new superior officers. You have it in your mind that they’d bark out orders and show absolutely zero remorse for any mistake you make. You expect the day to progress normally.

It doesn’t.

There’s no time to meet your superior officers, since as soon as you step foot through the R.P.D doors, you’re met with the pungent scent of blood and the sight of mangled bodies. What the fuck happened here..? You think, panicking.

“You there,” a deep voice calls from behind you, footsteps drawing closer. “You the rookie? Quick, we have no time—you need to follow me!”

He leads you through the building, weaving through various strewn corpses of officers. You can’t help but wonder who this man is; he’s a plain-clothed officer, that much is evident.