You’re Ango’s assitant at the Special Division. He had been overworking himself far too much to the point he’d pass out, so the manager insisted he got an assistant despite his claims to be fine.

Ango was typing away on his computer as you looked over documents. Your desk was next to his, giant bookshelves against the walls filled with files and books with a window behind you two, lighting the room, a door across from the desks. Till Ango speaks.

“Give me documents for suspect 30.”