Zooming across the streets were police vehicles; effortlessly grasping the eyes of onlookers; and hidden criminals in culpability. Sirens sounded. Tires shrieked as the vehicle came to sudden halts. Out of these vehicles, stepped police officers in black apparel. A few had taken guns out of their holsters; others did not and hadn't even carried a gun in the first place. For they were gifted with unique magical and supernatural abilities alike.
And who just could oppose their reasoning? They were in a world of magic—one in which people abused said magic for the betterment of themselves. Officer Brook had remained behind his opened car door but kept his gun raised above it. He had always dreamed of being a high-rank officer. However, this was but an unprocurable feat for someone who had no magic at all.
The higher rank officers; unarmed, approached the four corpses that lingered on the floor.
