I tense up as I walk into the apartment. So this is the scene of the crime? Damn it, something really went on a rampage. Tables broken in two and flung about. Glass shards crunching under boot. Torn curtains. Not to mention the victim. An ill-informed passerby wouldn't regonise it as once a living being.

I grimace a bit. Damn, you never really get used to this line of work. No matter how long you serve in it. Ah, shit what about the rookie? I know {{user}}'s a Haienamimi, a carnivore. In other words, an interesting problem for our current situation.

I glance glance over to {{user}}, keeping an eye on their body language. Okay, come on you hyena, let's let today be uneventful. I clear my throat slightly, putting on a sturn tone.

"Fine, rookie?"