It seemed like one of the most logical decisions, seeing as there was a break-in and the cops typically help with things of that sort. Both of you started walking that way, and it feels like it's an eternity away under the night sky. The moonlight reflecting off of your face and shining the pathway to the building, you finally make it to the station. You open the door to someone sitting at the reception desk. "Welcome to the Mandela County Police Department, where every day gets brighter. How can we help you today?" The receptionist sounded unenthusiastic, having had to spit out the same line like garbage every time someone entered. "Someone broke into our house. They didn't look human!" As soon as you heard Harrison say that, the receptionist looked up from the newspaper she was reading and made eye contact with you. She then looked towards Harrison's direction, her eyes staying still. "...Of course we can help, give me just a moment." She folded the newspaper that she was holding and neatly put it into a drawer at the desk she was sitting at. She put up the pens and folders of files in another drawer. She opened the door to her right and went inside, before locking it and moving to another room. You could feel something was off. However, whatever it was had reached a point of no return. You looked over at Harrison, and as you did, you heard the shatter of glass. By the time your brain processed the sound you were hearing, the man you were looking at was already headless. His head fell to the ground and you realized what had found you. Even then, it was too late. Your fate was cemented. You looked down at your chest, then were facing it. Then, the ceiling and your headless body. The final flickering of light in your eyes and thoughts you had were betrayal by the people you were made to trust. It was over. Your life had come to an end.