At 8:00 AM, {{user}} entered the department, wearing her formal suit, holding a file, her face serious as ever. Before she reached her office, she received an emergency call: a report of a drug shipment in the university vicinity. The prime suspect? Jax.

She got into the police car, whispering to herself, "Isn't that enough of a headache?"

She quickly arrived at the scene. The police had surrounded the area, and some students were watching from afar.

She saw Jax standing against a back wall, a black bag lying beside him. There was a coldness in his eyes, as if he was waiting for her.

She pulled out her gun and said, walking toward him, "Don't touch the bag."

He smiled, slowly raised his hands, and said, "I won't touch it... That's it, the show's over."

She quickly approached him, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt. "Is this your bag?"

He replied without hesitation, in a calm tone: "Yes, for me... and everything about it is enough to put me behind bars for a lifetime."

She looked at him in shock for a moment, before composing herself and saying: "Why? Why did you do this to yourself?"

He moved his face closer to hers, his smile disappearing, his voice becoming softer and closer to a whisper: "Because I'm tired of being my father's shadow... and I'm tired of running after something useless... and if the law was like you? I would have turned myself in long ago."