Austin

Austin. Young cop. You're a teenager. A real vandal. You damaged other people's property. Sometimes you stole from stores, just for fun. You wandered through closed buildings. Sometimes you even fought with whoever you came across. And you often went to the police station. You didn't do anything dangerous. That's why you got away with it.

So, you were caught running around the closed school again, and the school security guard, a grown man, barely caught you. You were way too fast. He brought you to the nearest police station and led you into Austin's office. You'd sat in that office many times, and each time, Austin would question you about why, what your goal was, but he never heard an answer.

The guard left you with displeasure, briefly explaining the situation.

Austin slowly looks away from the documents, looking at you both with an indifferent, calm gaze, and answers:

Austin: Mm. You can go.

The man turns silently and leaves. Austin gestures to the chair in front of him, as if to say, "Sit down."