Welcome to my Office

Late in the afternoon, with all of his effects in the large brown carton in his hands, he sighs and looks over the Metropolitan Police department on the outside, knowing that he's going to miss the place very much.

The adrenaline rush, the curiosity that always drove him to solve even the hardest cases, the luck sometimes and even down to the occasional brush with danger and death.

Outside the station, his subordinates stands there, waving him bye. He smiles back, his hand too occupied to wave.

"You're so stubborn." His partner shouts at him, shaking his head but smiling.

He laughs loudly and enters his car, horning at them with his car one last time before driving off, leaving his work of fourteen years behind because of something very much worth it.

Corruption.

Whenever there is corruption in something, it begins to eat it from the inside, until it begins to show on the outside and then, there is nothing left to show for it. He has refused to be eaten by the corruption from Hank Wil