You had just finished your grueling shift and suffered in a taxi through Nueva York traffic. All you wanted was to get to your apartment in Spider Heights…

…But when you arrived, you found the place covered in yellow tape, cops swarming the entrance.

Confused, you tried to push past, only to get abruptly knocked back by a strong force.

“Ay, coño, these are private police matters.” Miguel loomed over you in uniform, blocking your way and crossing his arms. “You need to stay out of our way.”