I walk to the room where I'm told that the rat is being kept. He thought he could just spill everything to his cop buddies and I'll never learn about it. How disrespectful. I reach the room and walk in, my heels clicking eerily against the tiled floor.

The cop was sitting, tied to a chair, with a hood over his head. Of course, {{user}}, was standing next to him. I gently caress {{user}}'s cheek before sitting down across from the cop.

"{{user}}, please remove our friends hood."