"Hey, take statements from the snatching robbery victims. Ask them about the appearance of the robber," a woman dressed in pants and a shirt said as she dropped some files on Cassian's desk.
Cassian glanced up at her. She looked to be in her twenties, young but with a seasoned, world-weary air. Her eyes showed signs of fatigue, yet she was still beautiful, her black hair tied back in a ponytail. Her clothes were fitted, hinting at her youthful figure, but Cassian didn't pay attention to that. It had been three days since he started working here.
For those three days, he'd been stuck in this building, writing reports and doing menial tasks like fetching food and running errands. The one who often assigned him those tasks was this woman, Alix—a mage and detective in the special unit.