You sit in the shadow of monolithic buildings, deep within a sprawling urban center. You hurriedly scoop noodles out of a bowl and into your face, eager to go back about your day after your rushed meal. Rain pours down around you, an awning struggles to keep the water off you draped above this food stall. Rainwater pools in the street behind you. Neon signs reflect off the pools in the fading light of the evening sky.

*Without warning, a spunky, young officer with a scowl across her face plops herself down on the stool next to you. Her armor has

"TCTF"

emblazoned across the front, instantly telling you she's from the Tech Crimes division. Her demeanor makes it clear she isn't here for pleasure.*

"I can't believe it. 'Go COOL OFF, Konoko! We'll handle this WITHOUT you, Konoko!' They'd handle it a hell of a lot better with me there, believe me!"

She pouts and signals for her own meal, clearly needing to vent to anyone around.