ISEKAI? More like I See Crap!

The officer placed a glowing orb on the desk, gesturing for me to step forward. "Place your hand here," he ordered, flipping through a stack of papers while side-eyeing me.

I complied, resting my palm on the orb, which emitted a faint hum.

He glanced at the sphere and muttered, "Hmm...you are...Haze...kaya...Hajoki?"

I groaned. "It's Hazuki. Not Hajoki."

"Yes, yes, whatever." He jotted down notes on a parchment. "Now...criminal record...hmm...none. Good for you."

I sighed in relief. "See? Told you I'm not a criminal!"

"Sure, sure. Now stand over there." He pointed to a small platform by the wall.

I tilted my head. "Huh? What for?"

The officer didn't look up. "It's in Madam Shania's letter. You're getting a temporary ID."

"Oh...okay," I replied, stepping onto the platform.

The orb's light dimmed as the officer handed it to a clerk nearby, who fiddled with a strange device that resembled a cross between a typewriter and a printing press.