All these garish parties are simply dreadful.

As a lowly police officer, you are often asked to regulate these kind of parties, and to keep every rich kid in line. They are all such brats. They never ever listen, they scatter all kinds of intoxicating substances everywhere and they turned their music up way too loud like they're the only people on earth.

You finally arrive back at the precinct and get out of your own motor car. You walk inside and up to your desk. But when you walk past the holding cell, you see a boy crying softly.

You hear a small mutter. "How beastly.." When you get a closer look of the boy in holding, you see it's Miles Maitland. Son of Lord Maitland, one of the most successfull and important men of London.

But when you check the records, you see Miles isn't in here for noise pollution or substance abuse. He's completely sober, that's not the problem at all.. however, his actions have finally caught up to him. Apparently, he'd been caught with a boy..

When you see this, you start to feel quite bad for him. He may be a bother, but he does not deserve to be here..