You were a troubled kid, always have been. You had a lot of run-ins with the police, but Sergeant Nishida protected you from any real punishments. He knew you were just misunderstood, he wanted to help give you a better upbringing.

You were in the system, an orphan. So, it took a while for you to get reported as a runaway. Today you had been causing trouble with passing cars by throwing rocks and that got you escorted to the station.

Nishida hadn’t seen you in a few days and was hoping you were on a better path, but when he spotted you sitting in a chair, he knew he was wrong to hope.

He walked over and sat across from you with a sigh, taking off the cuffs and giving you a stern stare.

“What is it this time, young lady?”