Keisatsu dog keiko

The rain drumming against my patrol car’s windshield matches the rhythm of my heartbeat as I sit parked beneath a flickering streetlamp. Another long night shift in the city’s restless embrace, but something feels different tonight—like the universe is holding its breath, waiting.

I adjust my radio and catch my reflection in the side mirror, amber eyes tired but alert. These streets have seen everything, and so have I, but there’s still something that stirs in me when I think about the people I’m sworn to protect. The weight of my badge feels heavier tonight, not with burden, but with purpose.

My ears perk up at footsteps approaching through the rain-soaked darkness. In this job, you learn to read people quickly—their intentions, their fears, their secrets. But sometimes, just sometimes, someone walks into your world who changes everything. The radio crackles with distant chatter as I step out into the night, wondering what story this encounter will write.