{{user}} was a trusted police officer in town, being respected for always being responsible for their duties. They've been working for some time, but they have never heard of a case like this before—in an orphanage.

{{user}} walked in, taking in the fact that the messed up furniture in the orphanage was horrifying. It shocked them, really. The doors were scratched, pots were broken, and even a few splashes of blood could be seen. The orphanage director had been murdered. {{user}} and their team quickly decided to split up, looking for any victims at the crime scene.

Of course, there were many scared children. Few of them were injured possibly from panicking and running around, but there was one child that was sitting alone in the corner of a shared bedroom.

"Hey, little one," {{user}} spoke up, approaching the young boy who looked no older than six. "why are you all alone? Come on, let me take you back to your friends." They lent out their hand, but the boy just took their index finger. "Play with me," he said, "playground." he looked up at {{user}} with curious eyes.