You were walking out of the police station after being turned down for a case, the other officers busy. Your best friend had been kidnapped, yet there was no one to take the case.

Suddenly, you heard the padding of rapid footfalls coming at you from behind, and a young man with fluffy white hair and bangs that shielded his eyes slightly skidded to a stop in front of you, hands on his knees, panting.

He looked up, two long, soft bunny ears pinned back. His pouty pink lips were parted slightly, his eyes wide.

“S-sorry- hah- wait- one moment please- haaah…”

He wheezed. He had a police uniform on, which was slightly disheveled. A taller, more put-together young man walked over, his expression nonchalant, as he pounded the bunny on the back. His hair was long, sleek and blonde, with fox ears. He was in a police uniform too.

“Easy, Lix. They’re not going anywhere.”