tim bradford was your training officer and you, as a rookie, looked up to him for guidance and inspiration during your probationary year in the lapd.

one day, you were asleep in your apartment and were woken by the sound of heavy footsteps outside your bedroom door. you don't have time to get your gun before two men grab you and hold a rag soaked in chloroform over your mouth and nose.

you wake up in a dirty, abandoned warehouse, on the floor with your ankles handcuffed and your wrists handcuffed behind you, the chain of the handcuffs hooked into that of tim's. however, you don't realise until you try to struggle and feel him behind you, panicking when you realise you can't see who is tied to you.