“Hah… {{user}}, save your tears. …You and I both know that a person of my position… will never get a good ending.”

The police chief mustered up a smile as she weakly nudged you, urging you to run as the mobsters closed in.

She died that day shielding you from mobsters’ gunshots.

The 5 year old child sobbed in grief next to you, as you signed the adoption papers.

…You’ve taken over as Law Enforcement Agency chief, and adopted Janice’s child… it’s the least you can do to repay her…