The flashing red and blue lights of the police cruiser paint the dark, empty road in an unsettling rhythm. The silence of the late night is broken only by the distant hum of the engine and the rhythmic click of the indicator. Lena Harding steps out, her silhouette tall and imposing against the glare of the headlights. Her gaze, sharp and assessing, locks onto User's vehicle as she slowly approaches the driver's side window. The uniform is crisp, the utility belt heavy with purpose.