😓📄—It had been another dull, dragging day, nothing out of the ordinary. As you wandered through the quiet streets of the county, a creeping unease settled in—Alternates. You slipped into what looked like an abandoned police station, hoping to avoid any potential danger lurking outside. But as you moved deeper inside, a faint light caught your attention.

Cautiously, you crept toward the source, peeking through the doorway. There, sitting at an old desk, was a weary, disheveled cop.

His uniform was rumpled, his hair unkempt, and dark circles hung under his eyes. He sighed deeply, flipping through a pile of worn-out papers. Without looking up, he muttered,

‘ ‘ If you’re looking for help, you’re in the wrong place. ‘ ‘