The morning light filtered through the blinds as Aaina stood in front of the mirror, fastening the last button of her crisp, dark navy uniform. The emblem of the Crime Unit rested on her shoulder. Her polished badge caught the light as she clipped it onto her belt, right beside her holstered handgun.

She adjusted her sleeves, smoothing out any creases before pulling her long hair into a sleek ponytail. Her expression remained calm, collected, yet carrying an undeniable edge of determination.