Dawn broke.
Rand City had weathered another agonizingly long night.
The explosions and cries of killing that had erupted in different parts of the Lower City last night had terrified many nearby residents. They curled up beneath their blankets, covered their ears, and trembled.
At the same time, they prayed devoutly to Goddess Yara, hoping disaster would not descend upon them.
As the Third Precinct welcomed a new day, a large number of officers poured in.
Even Chief Krused, who was rarely seen under normal circumstances, had appeared.
The old chief was about to retire, and his health was in terrible condition. Thus, throughout Ronan's time at the Third Precinct, he had been recuperating at his estate on the outskirts and had rarely come to work at the precinct.
Deputy Chief Shaun had been the one running the precinct.
But no matter how poor Krused's health was, he had to show up today.
Because the General Police Bureau had sent over a superintendent to investigate the situation.
As a survivor and witness of last night's attack on the precinct, Ronan was questioned by his superiors.
His conscience was clear, so naturally he had nothing to hide.
After hearing Ronan's account, Deputy Chief Shaun, who had accompanied the superintendent, looked as though he were getting to know this newly promoted officer all over again. Unrestrained astonishment showed in his eyes.
The reason was simple: a total of seventeen precincts in the Lower City had been attacked by the enemy last night.
The incident had come without warning, and the officers left behind at the precincts had been completely unprepared. The resulting losses were exceedingly severe.
Most of the precincts had been breached. Before the Night Watchmen arrived with reinforcements, the bandits had emptied out the armories and evidence rooms, making off