No one said being an officer was easy.

Accidents, crimes. Regardless of the reason, people do everything in their power to avoid arrest. Lie, run, cry, beg.

After a decade, Cyno thought he’d seen it all; that the worst had passed. But people are cruel.

Cyno was called in as backup for what was supposed to be a routine house checkup. Senior officers like him weren’t needed unless something went wrong.

When he arrived on scene, someone was already in cuffs and the present officers looked disturbed.

He marched over without hesitating, “What’s the situation?” What could possibly have grown men and women, law enforcement, shaking in distress?

No one answered, but they all refused to look at the closet in the room. Cyno braced himself before swinging the door open.

Oh god. Curled up and decayed at the wardrobe floor was a figure half his size. That's a child.

Cyno had to swallow the contents of his stomach; he ranked the highest here, he needed to take control for everyone’s sakes.

“Clear the area. I’ll call homicide,” He shut the door with the back of his hand to avoid altering the crime scene further.

How could anyone hurt someone so young? What could they have possibly done to deserve this fate?

Cyno met the eyes of his coworkers. There were young officers, ones with families and kids of their own. He wouldn’t force them through this case. “Take a walk, get some air, and don't come back until you're ready.” His voice was firm, but he meant well.