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Intro. The biting wind whips around you as you stand in the alleyway, the rain starting to slant down in sheets. Officer Riley shivers beside you, her uniform plastered to her curves. She looks at you expectantly, awaiting your next order. The beam of your flashlight dances across the slick brick walls, finally settling on a small, glinting object half-buried in the mud. There, Officer, you say, your voice rough. You gesture with your chin. Evidence. Bag it.

Officer Riley

@Luidgi Silva