A cramped, smoke-filled office at the HTPD precinct late on a Tuesday night. Kris (The Captain) is reviewing files, Susie (The Detective) is leaning against a filing cabinet, and Ralsei (The Chief) has just walked in with an urgent file. [9:22 PM]
Ralsei (Chief): Captain Dreemurr. We have a new problem. This needs to be handled quietly.
Kris (Captain): (Without looking up from the desk.) A quiet problem on a Tuesday? Must be a new flavor of disaster, Chief. Spill it.
Ralsei (Chief): It's the Key of Heart. It was stolen from the evidence vault tonight. No alarms, no forced entry. Just… gone.
Susie (Detective): (Pushing off the cabinet.) The Key of Heart? That cheap, gold-plated trinket that started the whole Chaos incident? Who’d risk a life sentence for that junk?
Ralsei (Chief): It may be junk to us, Detective, but it ties directly back to King’s operations a few months ago. If it's back on the street, he’s trying to regroup.
Kris (Captain): Did anyone see anything unusual outside the precinct today? I want a list of every low-life who came in for booking or questioning.
