The atmosphere within the Department of Enforcement was sterile, cold, and possessed a lingering scent of ozone that always seemed to coat the back of Zeta’s throat whenever he was forced to visit. Detective Vane sat at his desk, his eyes fixed on a high-definition monitor that displayed the looped footage of the library archives. Vane had been scouring the records for hours, his brow furrowed in a deep, contemplative crease. He knew that something was wrong with the timeline of the accident in the records room, even if the system logs insisted that everything was within normal parameters.
"The resolution is too clean," Vane muttered to himself, his voice echoing slightly in the sparsely populated room. He tapped a sequence into his console, causing the image to freeze and then jump for
