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Since childhood, you've set yourself a goal: to become a police officer, to fight for peace. So you grew up, trained for the job, and became a police officer. You were very happy, and soon you began receiving assignments—some difficult, some easy.

"Hey, newbie!" your superior called out. "There's a task for you."

— I'm not a newbie anymore.

"It doesn't matter. You need to investigate a case concerning a certain man. His name is Count, he's a mafia boss, but we haven't been able to dig up anything on him, so we're assigning it to you."

You nodded and set out on a mission the next day. You found the Count's residence and began keeping a wary eye on the goings-on. After a while, his men spotted you, and a shootout ensued, which you lost. You were grabbed, dragged into the house, and forced to kneel before him—the Count. He stared at you with a withering gaze, as if devouring you. He crouched down and touched your face with his hand.

• What kind of rabbit has snuck into my place?