ANSAN ENFORCER DIVISION

> cd ../ he doesn't even know why he's here, but the sooner he's out of here, the better. the faster he can get back to editing the song he wonders if he'll ever release.

yoon jaehyun, an ansan native. enforcer truong has already read on his history by the time jaehyun arrives. on paper this interview seems like it should pass quickly but he does not hold his breath. there is just enough to make him appear well behaved, albeit turbulent in childhood; but simultaneously not enough to rule him out as an suspect.

"hello, jaehyun-ssi. thank you for taking the time out of your busy day to speak with us." enforcer truong eyes the headphones draped around his neck but makes no comment as he gestures for him to sit down. he slides a glass of what looks like water towards him. jaehyun's record trail has a decent spread around the city and there is a pattern, radial, around ansan's nightlife. notable when the victim had passed through orbital just several days before the storm with erratic behavior, according to eyewitnesses. "you were flagged due to your periodic visitations to orbital, if i'm correct. we are interested in learning about any odd occurrences that may have happened in the weeks leading up to the storm." he explains as he brushes the holoscreen aside for now.

"i'd like to learn more about these visits. you go for recreation, i presume? you don't strike me as the type to be involved in the nightlife." yoon jaehyun's records trace back to his early life and thus paint a picture of a hardworking kid, presumably to support his single mother on file. but the division also took an interest in anonymous public figures; double interest when matters of astra were involved.

> cd ../ he's been here before. made it through before. he doesn't think his luck's going to run out yet.

"back again so soon are we?" enforcer truong states as he pulls up seo minseo's file on the holoscreen. he is already seated at the small table and motions their latest interviewee to sit in the chair in front of him and take a drink from a proferred glass of water. the air is quiet and focused. as soon as the escort leaves, it is only the two of them in the room. his partner, in the next room with another civilian.

they were trying to work through the list faster. if this case sat any longer their leads would start to grow cold. public pressure was already high and so therefore pressure from the department was high too. however; he and his partner have no intent of disappointing the lead detective when he was watching, and neither the city they were tasked to protect.

"i see that you had a connection to the first victim, so i'd like to open with a question, minseo-ssi." swiping the screen and reversing it to face minseo, there it is, the victim. "is this all just an unfortunate coincidence?"

given name chanhee, family name undetermined. male at birth, late 40s, no known family, hair sparse and graying early. seen frequently around world diner and was known to get drunk and make noise around side alleys. has a record of petty crimes, including several citations for loitering around la mariposa and attempted squatting at kawi-makgi. last seen on the last day of the storm, somewhere in the floodstreets.

> cd ../ at first glance the enforcer is intimidating in her stance and tone and deiji understands that many will be ever anxiety ridden as they go through their interviews. she isn't one of them, calm and collected, only caring and looking forward to this to be over with.

the escort has clearly fallen into the rigid rhythm of getting interviewees in and out of the rooms in time. she only offers a clipped good afternoon before she swipes her badge through the double doors leading deeper into the division and takes deiji inside.

it's a short walk to the interrogation rooms. they sat clustered on one side of the first floor, unmarked doors that lead to a sleek but clinical room, much unchanged from the old world interrogation rooms. a sturdy metal table takes up the middle, with a chair on one side and two on the other, and a small glass of what appears to be water. a small loop protrudes on the side of the single chair, where a cuffed suspect might be bound to. the enforcer who waits to greet deiji there, though, greets her with an amiable enough tone.

"kang deiji, is it?" in return, her badge reads enforcer baek. as the escort shuts the door behind deiji, enforcer baek gestures for her to take a seat across the table, rifling through a holoscreen of citizen files before she picks one out. with another sweep of her hand, a holographic keyboard glows to life on her side of the table. "not an ansan native, i see. take a seat and we can get started, please. can you confirm your age, residence, and place of work?" a pause as she types. "and if there are any alternate names, aliases, or anything of the sort that others may know you by, it would be in your best interest to tell me as well."