Calling The Police

"So, you've been hiding in the jungle ever since you escaped from Bengal?"

In the small, dimly lit room of the Investigation Bureau, a frail-looking girl sat slumped in a large chair, clutching a cup of herbal tea.

Every now and then, she coughed. Her pale face was barely visible through the rising steam, making her look vulnerable as she answered the investigators' questions.

Outside, the Bluewater Investigation Bureau was buzzing with chaos.

An intense battle between interstellar pirates from Voidstar No. 2 and military personnel had left no survivors.

This wasn't just any case—this one had the military, the Bureau, and the police all working together. And the girl sitting in front of them, a student from NMA, was the one who had tipped them off.

"Yes," she replied quietly.

"And why were these interstellar pirates after you?"