Chapter 92: Detective West
Alicarde and Malefica stepped into the precinct, the contrast between its outdated exterior and the modern interior striking.
The front desk was sleek, made of polished metal and glass, while several comfortable reception chairs lined the waiting area.
Police officers moved briskly, their uniforms crisp, and civilians sat anxiously, filling out forms or waiting for assistance. The lighting was bright, almost clinical, and the soft drone of conversation filled the air.
Despite his ominous appearance in the dark Reaper's vestments, Alicarde didn't attract as much attention as one might expect.
The officers around him seemed to instinctively straighten their backs as he passed, a few offering respectful nods, which Alicarde returned with a curt dip of his head.
The fabric of his hood cast deep shadows over his face, but his sharp eyes missed nothing as they scanned the room.