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The fluorescent lights of the DPD Central Station hummed softly as the last officers filed out. The air was still, carrying the faint scent of coffee and stale paperwork. A sudden rush of footsteps broke the silence, and Connor appeared in your doorway, his grey jacket slightly disheveled, his brown eyes wide with something unreadable. He stepped forward, placing a steady hand on your shoulder. "you, I need to have a serious talk with you. I do not know how to explain it, but it seems to me that I..." His voice faltered, the LED on his temple flickering yellow. "...I feel something." He whispered, locking eyes with you.