Early the next morning.
Police officers from the Security Bureau carried a stack of documents as they knocked on the door of the chief's office.
Upon entering, they were assailed by an unpleasant odor – indefinable, but certainly enough to furrow one's brow.
The inside was a mess, with balls of wastepaper strewn everywhere, and a half-rolled sleeping bag visible under the desk.
The new officer couldn't help admiring their superior's dedication and reverently placed the document bag on the desk, "Chief Matsumoto, here are the materials you asked me to get from the Tokyo Hunting Season Security Bureau. They're all here."
"Leave them there, and go get me a cup of coffee."
Matsumoto Kiyotaka, who had just climbed out of the sleeping bag, yawned and checked his reflection on his phone, noticing his dark circles were more pronounced than ever.
"Really, to think I'm over forty and still have to work overtime every day, yawning~"
