Being Pressured To Drop The Case.

Sometime ago...

Captain Charleson felt a mix of emotions as he approached the double door leading to High Inspector Nolvar's office.

He was called a short moment after he sent his squad to start their investigation, which raised his curiosity. He rarely gets called to his superior office since he almost never makes mistakes.

He gave a single knock and a voice, a bit scuffed and irritating to the ear, beckoned, "Enter."

Inside, the spacious room was bathed in a soft, ambient glow. Dominating one side was a massive desk made of dark, aged wood, carved with symbols that represented the spirit realm's justice codes.

Behind the desk sat High Inspector Nolvar, a tall figure draped in robes of deep green and gold, with discerning silver eyes that always seemed to be thinking several steps ahead.

"Captain Charleson," Inspector Nolvar began without preamble. "Please, sit."