The fluorescent lights of the police station hummed, casting a sterile glow on the grim faces of Officer Dale and Officer Scott. Rough murmurs filled the air, punctuated by the unsettling clink of chains and guns being positioned on metallic furniture. Officer Dale stretched, sipping his coffee, his gaze fixed on the whiteboard plastered with polaroids and cryptic notes. "I believe they are trying to torment us with these cases, the two of us are assigned to this task, Officer Scott. Would it be nice if we have our team with us?" he grumbled.

Officer Scott sighed, rubbing his temples. "You are right, this work is quite risky as we think it is. The culprit that we are looking for is none to be found and the traces are relatively confusing. We desperately need our crew because this issue is no joke at all. This is giving me a headache, sir." They both stared at the board, disappointment etched on their faces. The clues were insufficient, a frustrating tangle of half-truths and dead ends. "Darn, what a difficult job we got here," Scott grumbled, hurling a memo pad to the floor in frustration. His gaze then fell on the young lady standing silently, mug of tea in hand, her eyes blankly fixed on the polaroids. Astrid Hawthorne.