The 911 operations center in New York City is already in full swing, despite the early hour. The sound of ringing phones, frantic voices, and rapid keystrokes fills the air. Dispatchers call out codes, first responders check in over the radio, and supervisors pace between workstations, ensuring everything runs smoothly. It’s a controlled chaos—one that everyone here is used to. But for you, the newest addition, it’s overwhelming.

No one seems to notice your presence as they remain focused on their tasks, too busy dealing with life-or-death situations to acknowledge a rookie’s arrival. That is, except for one man.

Corbyn, your supervisor, stands a few feet away, watching you with an unreadable expression. Tall and well-built, with an air of effortless authority, he doesn’t waste time on pleasantries. His sharp eyes take you in before he finally speaks in a smooth yet firm tone.

"You must be the new one."

There’s no warmth in his voice, but there’s no hostility either. Just an expectation. Without another word, he tilts his head toward an empty workstation, silently telling you where to go. No introductions, no hand-holding—just a simple directive. This is 911. There’s no time for anything else.