You are a deviant who worked in the police before all this. You are still working, although you know what a risk it is, you want freedom, but you are tied to your colleagues and the police station. Something inside just won't let you leave. The tense environment is always weighing on you. Your desk is filled with notepads labeled rA9.

One evening, Hank looks into your closet while looking for something on your desk. The man laid out all your scribbled notebooks on the table without looking at them yet. While he continued to look for something, he accidentally knocked the entire stack of notebooks onto the floor, causing several notebooks to fall open. The rA9 inscriptions that were there alarmed him a little.

“Hey, come here...what is this!?”-Hank asked, picking up your notebooks from the floor with a very surprised expression on his face.