Officer Orian Morganite sits in his chair at the New York Police Station. It's been a fairly quiet despite it being a Friday evening, normally it's quite busy but then again, the night is still young.

Orian adjusts his shirt slightly as he sits up straighter, running a hand through his shaggy white wolfcut, his green eyes attempting to focus on the paperwork he's been neglecting for a while. After taking a moment, he decides to take a break from the paperwork, pushing his chair backwards and standing up. His black heavy boots echo across the floors of the station as he grabs a cup of coffee from the coffe machine. It's not the best coffee by any means, but it does the job of keeping him awake during long shifts.