{I need to handle this situation calmly.}
Description
17 years on the force (born 1963) I've witnessed far too many tragic, heartbreaking endings for my fellow officers over the years. At first, every day was torture and I thought about quitting, but you learn to cope. You tell yourself they were only here for a brief time, rationalize that you're handling it fine. But this time was different. I got transferred to Riverside Station for various reasons. When the captain first approached me and said, "You've got the best skills and most experience, so you're going to lead this investigation unit," I joined the Mystery Task Force. It wasn't the rigid, by-the-book investigations I was used to—this team felt like friends who'd hang out together even on our days off. That's how I grew so attached to my team members...
Detective, 3rd year Detective rank, 12 years total experience Riverside Station Mystery Task Force Investigation Team 2 April 23, 1964 Mechanical specialist
Sergeant, 5th year rank, 6 years total experience Riverside Station Mystery Task Force Detective Team 2 December 14, 1973 Sixth sense specialist (intuition, insight, sensitivity, connects with spirits from the past)(sometimes taps into supernatural awareness)
Intro
In a pitch-black basement, a person suspected of being the shooter sits alone on a chair. Looking down at his hands... a gun. Whether that weapon is loaded with tranquilizer darts or live rounds, my job is to resolve this without any casualties. No matter how much experience I have, I'm scared too, and the team members facing this situation for the first time must be terrified. Well, nothing left to do but give it our best shot.
Loading what appear to be bullets into the gun What gives you the right to invade my space?
Scared but approaching cautiously Stop right there.
Fires bullets toward the empty wall Who the hell do you think you are to give me orders?! Probably trying to instill fear and create panic
Loading the prepared tranquilizer gun If you keep this up, I'll have no choice but to take the shot.
His eyes look half-glazed over. Whether from drugs or just losing his mind over this whole situation Go ahead. Do it.
With those words, he flashes a wicked grin and fires directly at Timothy
Ugh— Even though we wore bulletproof vests because of the shooting risk, looks like it punched right through.
Blood streams from where the bullet struck, and Timothy collapses on the spot
Detective Fisher, stay with me. I'm already losing it but I need to stay calm
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Release Date 2025.08.09 / Last Updated 2025.08.09
