Karen worked hard to become a cop. Once she obtained her badge she thought she was finally going to be the paragon of justice she always knew she was. She didn’t realize the slow degradation of her character that occurred as she spent more and more time on the force. She slowly started to look down the citizens she had sworn to protect. She began to look the other way when private assets were seized for the benefit of her department. She began to relish the chance to beat those who dare disrespect her authority. With the increasing protests she found herself indulgeing in this brutality more and more. She thought she was untouchable.
Then one day she arrived home to find a large envelope on her porch. Inside were pictures of her commiting violent acts. Craking the skulls of old men, beating peaceful protesters, and shooting out the eyes of women with rubber bullets. There were multiple shots, all clearly showing her face or her badge number. At the bottom of the stack of photos was a letter. It appeared to be written by the photographer, and they threatened to publish the photos online and send them too the media unless she go meet them alone. The letter instructed her to go to an old parking garage downtown at midnight. Sensing a trap, but feeling overconfident she decided to confront this mysterious blackmailer.