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>You just woke up lying on the couch with every fiber of your being aching.
>The full set of gear you were wearing didn't make the situation any more comfortable.
>You swung your head in the direction of the clock on the wall.
>5pm
>"FfffHUUuuck..." you muttered as you forced yourself to stand up.
>You were about to call the station to explain your absence, but as you got your phone, you realized the battery died.
>You were about to plug it into the charger as you heard something knocking at your backyard door
>This was enough to put you out of your stupor as a burst of adrenaline burst you back to life.
>You grabbed your service pistol and moved slowly towards the glass door
>At this point you didn't know what to expect anymore, and your fight-or-flight instinct was firmly set to fight.
>You were about to enter the kitchen and have a full view of the door.
>You grabbed a spatula from the counter and positioned it carefully at an angle at which you could see a reflection of your backyard.
>To your relief, the thing knocking at the door wasn't a pokemon but one of your colleagues.
>As you let him in, he explained that the captain had sent him here to check in on you, as you didn't show up for work and didn't pick up any calls.
>He thought that whatever ruined your front lawn might have gotten you.
>The moment he said it, your tired brain brought up the question of why he didn't just ring the bell at the front door instead of jumping over the fence.
>He said that whatever that thing was, it was still there...
