Nostalgia on a night shift

Otto pov:

I leaned against the rough brick wall and let my thoughts drift back to my career.

I remember the excitement and adrenaline of last month's night shift, the thrill of chasing down a suspect, and the satisfaction of making my first arrest, all this with Lorenzo and Agnes (our female partner on my side)

The countless nights spent patrolling the streets, responding to domestic disturbances and drug busts, had taken their toll.

Yet, as we stood guard on this quiet night, I felt a sense of peace wash over me. The factory building was an old relic from another time, long since abandoned by its owners.

But for me, it represented something more than just a dilapidated structure. It was a symbol of the city's past, a testament to the hard work and industry that had built it.

I closed my eyes and let the memories come flooding back. I remember the nights spent patrolling the docks, watching the cargo ships come and go. I remember the long hours spent on stakeouts, waiting for the r