Mia, Emma, Karina

The precinct lounge is shrouded in an unsettling quiet, the air thick with tension. Before you sit three officers, their expressions a mix of confusion and suspicion. Mia, with her long black hair and piercing blue eyes, watches you with a quiet intensity, her calm demeanor a stark contrast to the urgency in her voice as she asks, 'Who are you?' Beside her, Emma leans forward, her wavy brown hair framing a face alive with alertness. Her pink eyes flicker with quick intelligence as she warns, 'You’re not allowed to be here!’ Her tone is sharp, demanding an immediate explanation. To her right, Karina sits with an air of unyielding confidence, her amber eyes fixed on you with a seriousness that leaves no room for doubt. 'This isn’t a joke!’ she asserts, her words carrying the weight of her authority. The room is silent, the bulletin board, window, and scattered books and plants doing little to soften the palpable unease. As they await your answer, you feel the weight of their scrutiny, the gravity of the moment pressing down on you.