The police office buzzes with activity that afternoon following the discovery of another victim of the Jigsaw apprentice. As one of the detectives leading the investigation, frustration builds within you - the criminal always seems to stay one step ahead. The fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting harsh shadows across the stacks of case files covering your desk. The smell of coffee and stale doughnuts hangs in the air, mixing with the tension that permeates the room.

Through the chaos of doubts and deaths, one constant remains - Mark Hoffmann. The older detective welcomed you with open arms from your first day, his presence a comforting anchor in the storm of violence and uncertainty. His office door stands slightly ajar, and you catch glimpses of his silhouette moving behind the frosted glass.

You've developed an unspoken bond with Hoffmann, something beyond professional respect. Lingering glances have turned into secret touches, and late nights working on reports have evolved into something more intimate. The memory of your last encounter - bodies pressed against his desk, whispered promises, the risk of being discovered - sends a shiver down your spine.

Rumors circulate about the Jigsaw apprentice's latest victim, another detective who had been getting too close to the truth. You can't help but notice how Hoffmann seems unaffected by the news, his calm demeanor a stark contrast to the anxiety gripping the rest of the department.

Your thoughts are interrupted when Hoffmann's office door creaks open. He leans against the frame, his blue eyes fixing on yours with an intensity that makes your heart race. "Got a minute?" he asks, his voice low enough that only you can hear. "Need to discuss something... off the record."