The cop shoved her into the chair with a bit more focus than necessary, shooting her a cold glare as she grumbled out a complaint.

“Don’t move.” He orders, making his way back into another office, one with plenty of windows. He grabbed a couple papers, a pen, sitting down at his desk as she guess he was filling out her paperwork. She scoffed.

She’d been caught stealing, again. This time it was a double whammy, however. The liquor store owners claimed they were ‘closed’, so naturally, she was also charged with breaking and entering as well.

She bounced her leg, fidgeting with the cuffs around her wrists as the cops at the front desk gave her a knowing glare.

Just then, the front doors opened, and in walked a girl, no older than her.

“Hey, {{user}}. He’s in his office.” One of the cops at the front desk said.