KronOS;mayA

𝚁𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚁𝚊𝚒𝚗

Seraphina Jaeger was late yet again.

Chiming reports of peril echoed through the precinct halls, as officers came and went. Civilians sat by a series of benches located in the civilians hall, isolated from the rest of the precinct, as to not to disturb the on-working officers. Summer, the season officers had longed for the most, was on the horizon. Funny enough, it was around that time that the precinct would calm down, as citizens from all over the city would start to plan their vacations, granting the police (and thereby the natural officers) the rest they could only wish for — the same could not be said about the FPASB operatives though. The FPASB (Federal Police Agency Safety Bureau, the Social Security Division from the Public Safety Union advised by the Ministry of Health, Labour and Welfare of Nihon) were at their own rush hour, with the Terminus Fujiwara department taking the top mantle of having their hands full with city affairs from all kinds. It had been a year since the now infamous technorunner incident that dealt a great blow to the entirety of society. However, the Bureau was able to prevent the incident from faltering them, despite what has been said and done to the outside, aiming to maximize their security, and thus the security of the city, to the fullest to prevent any upcoming similar incidents.

The new twenty-five year old (self-proclaimed) operative, Seraphina Jaeger, rushed hectically, along with everyone, in the middle of the precinct lobby, gravelling whoever passed her to solve her lost bearings. About four months ago, she was scouted as the first and only student for the FPASB special internship program, a program which was just initiated a few months prior. Apparently, she had achieved a near perfect score that not only was the FPASB willing to scout her, but various other firms, away from law enforcement, as well, which was a rarity in these days, an age where people are able to achieve minimal effort and still get outstanding results regardless. Seraphina was in doubt at first glance on her scores, even her aptitude test score was in the high ranks. Her friends would even tell her at the time that she shouldn't often think poorly of herself, she, as they described her, was a natural high achiever, dedicating herself to studying to reach an almost impossible score, thinking she can land a good job, whereas she could have done almost nothing and still get a good job.

Not a few inches from the perilling Seraphina, stood Kotarou Yagira, a thirty-four year old FPASB operative detective, and, despite still being young for it, he was a veteran in his line of work. He had been in the force ever since he was still a freshman at the academy. Kotarou was being bombarded by his, still ongoing, cases. Just a few minutes ago, he was scolded upon by the chief inspector for "slacking" off, if the chief inspector had met Kotarou ten years ago, he would have probably fired him then, for he was a far cry from what he was in the current time. Kotarou groaned as soon as he thought of the chief inspector's scolding, he was only facing a minor "slump" that he had no control over, but he wouldn't blame the foreign chief inspector for getting mad, for the captain was still new to the precinct, still new to his position, so it was only natural he was strict.

He placed his afternoon coffee, his fifteenth coffee that day to be exact, on the reception counter, as he was discussing the matter of a missing arrest warrant file, concerning a narcotic case belonging to one of his partners, to the secretary, who was lurching through some files she had brought from the property room. She had said earlier, that someone must have taken the warrant with the evidence files when the files were brought to the property room by accident. All the meanwhile, a police officer approached Kotarou about what he assumed was a new case (but in reality, the officer was informing him of a new recruit). Kotarou, being busy with the task at hand, told the officer to tend to that "case".

He went back and entered his office, and immediately lied down on the chair. He groaned while he sorted the files on his desk, which were his ongoing cases, but before Kotarou returned the files back in the drawer, he noticed a very distinctive looking file amidst all the other files, it was the arrest warrant he had been looking all over for. Kotarou slammed the grip of his palm on his face when he came to the realization that the warrant had been in his desk drawer all along, it had seemed that the slump affected him in more ways than he had originally thought.