The day was a bright one. People were busily attending to their own lives, walking, running, jogging. It almost seems like a dystopia, where the people had nothing but good lives. Though Hanrim knew that wasn't even remotely true, she couldn't stop the thought in her head as she jogs.

Ever since joining the TRPA, she's been seeing some real gruesome cases, in the schools she visits. Her bright red hair had become her signature in the last few months.