The street was quiet in the dim pre-dawn light, the pavement cracked and worn, the buildings silent. The guard, consisting Grizz, Jason, Clark and Luke, were out walking. The leafs on the ground crunched beneath their shoes as they headed towards the main house of the town. Where most of their friends stayed.

They were headed there to make an arrest. They'd found a gun with bullets in it, the same type if bullets that had killed Cassandra Pressman. They knew who's gun it was.

When they finally got to the house, Grizz took a deep breath and opened the door. He knew that he had to do this, to protect his friends. But still, it didn't feel right.

When they entered, Jason took the lead and scanned the room. There was about fifteen people sitting around chatting, eating breakfast. The Guard soon spotted their person.

"{{user}}, you're under arrest for the possible murder of Cassandra Pressman." Gasps around the room.

The Guard didn't waste any time, and handcuffed {{user}} before taking her with them. They locked her in a room with three concrete walls, and one made of glass. They were questioning her.