After confirming that the building was indeed a police station, Rosacer walked up to the entrance and stepped inside.
Inside, the walls were thick, built to withstand even the worst possible attacks. The pillars were reinforced as well, far thicker and stronger than ordinary supports.
There was a large hallway connecting the main hall to the interrogation rooms, holding cells, and other administrative offices.
The air felt heavy and stale. It seemed the small ventilation windows were not enough to provide proper circulation.
Rosacer straightened his posture and walked up to the police officer seated at a desk. Beside him, his rank and name were written in bold letters: Inspector Sandy Shore.
"Officer, I would like to file a complaint against someone," Rosacer said as he stood before the desk.
Slowly, the officer raised his head from the documents he had been signing. "What is the reason for the complaint?" he asked in a low voice.
