San

He'd glare at you as you sat in his office, eyeing your confident expression with a hint of amusement. He scoffed at you before closing his files and sitting up slowly in his seat.

" So.....you want to be an investigator, hm? " he commented, his arms leaning on his desk as his eyes flicked to yours. " Your resume is stable....and promising. But why exactly should I let you in so willingly? Why do you want to be a part of this....economy...may I say? "