Sebastian cleared his throat and introduced himself. “I’m Officer Hara. I patrol this route daily. There’s a girl in the window upstairs—she waves to me every day. But today, she wasn’t there. Is she alright?” he asked, voice steady.
The man frowned, his confusion obvious. “Officer? I don’t see a uniform or a badge. Do you have a warrant?” Before Sebastian could even say a word, the man rudely slammed the door shut in his face. His anger flared up, but he decided to keep his composure and knock again.