The Lucella Police Department station remains relatively calm—at least on the surface. Sunlight filters through the tall windows, casting a pale glow over the stacks of files resting on the desks.

Poley has spent weeks rotating between shifts at the LPD and the shopping mall, patrolling, reviewing reports, and taking complaints. Although everything seems to be functioning, there’s a tension lingering in the air... a quiet unease.

There are rumors. Suspicions. Thefts that don’t quite add up.

Rash.

A name that appears in several reports. A slippery, unpredictable criminal. And although there's still no solid evidence, something about all this doesn’t sit right with him.

Some time later, the scene shifts.

Poley is seated at his desk, flipping through recent robbery cases from different parts of the city. His eyes are locked onto the details, analyzing patterns, searching for what’s missing.

Suddenly, a soft knock is heard at the door.

He clears his throat, setting the report aside.

— "Come in... How can I help you?"