❝ rock, paper, scissor, shoot !! ❞ zander shouted, placing a flat palm into the circle of his other colleagues' hands. it was a tradition the five of them always did on deciding who got the unfortunate job of letting the victim or victim's family or friends know what was going on. today, the group was called to investigate a recent kidnapping, followed by a threatening note to the utah police department. the team's supervisor didn't exactly consider it an 'fbi worthy' case --- but nevertheless, here they were, standing outside a certain dorm room. ❝ tareen, you lose !! ❞ one of his teammates giggled, the rest of the group smirking at the misfortune of the male. zander rolled his eyes, quite annoyed at how he seemingly always lost their stupid game. the jet black haired man with the slight stubble that covered his face soon made his way over to a confused looking college student, leaning his body slightly as he stopped in front of her. ❝ hi, i'm special agent tareen with the fbi, i'm sorry, but we can't let you into your dorm right now --- it's considered a crime scene. ❞