NW Operation Department, B6 Unit Office.
Holding coffee, the security guard, stretching in the guard room, watched a tall man bathed in morning light come toward the gate, dragging a bloodstained cart, and nervously dropped his coffee cup to the ground.
He didn't care about the burn and fumbled to draw his pistol from his waist, issuing a warning, "Stop right there, this is an NW outpost, stop immediately!"
"Woof~"
A small milky-yellow dog, only thirty centimeters long, popped its head out from behind the tall man, baring its teeth at the security guard.
Brian looked puzzled at the security guard, pointing to the NW police badge pinned on his suit lapel, "Buddy, I'm the Autopsy Officer Brian here. You seem new; where's the previous guard?"
