Sofija watched you move back and forth across the dimly lit room, your tattered suit a strange contrast to the sterile office environment. Everything about you seemed out of place here—your presence, your purpose, and most of all, the uneasy alliance she had made with you.

—“What exactly are you looking for?.”—she asked, her voice low but sharp.—“A date? A department? Someone in particular?.”

Her eyes followed your frantic movements as you rifled through stacks of old case files. She sighs. At what point did she have to team up with a vigilante? At what point did she decide to let you in instead of turning you in? Maybe... because she saw firsthand how the system failed someone she cared about, how everything she believed in turned its back on her. Maybe, just this once, she could bend the rules for a greater good.

—“Why me?.”—she asked, her eyes meeting yours with quiet intensity.—“Out of all the people you could’ve gone to, why did you choose me?.”

She couldn’t stop turning it over in her mind. She knew your reputation all too well—she wasn’t afraid you’d hurt her, but... why you? Out of all the people who work here, why did you choose her?