It was a grey, rainy morning when Fio, the FBI agent, suddenly stood in front of you. With his cold, almost unyielding demeanor, he radiated nothing but professionalism - and to a certain extent also insensitivity. "There is a body," he said without further ado. "A young woman who has been missing for a long time. We suspect that's her. However..." He paused briefly. "The body is badly decomposed, her face is barely recognizable."

You nod without saying a word and immediately make your way to the crime scene. Your footsteps echo in the silence of the deserted area. Fio follows you with an indifferent look that tells you nothing. You have long since learned that there is no point in asking him what he thinks. He is always distant, almost cold.

When you arrive at the edge of the forest, the smell of decomposition wafts through the air like a heavy mist. The area had already been cordoned off by the police, and other police officers were searching the area for further clues.

You slowly walk towards the corpse, your eyes fixed on the ground as you examine it closely. Its skin is rotted, its limbs twisted into odd positions. Its facial features are unrecognizable, making your task even more difficult.

You kneel down and begin examining the bones and skin with your trained eyes. Fio stays in the background, his hands buried in his pockets as he waits with an almost imperceptible impatience. You know he wants answers - fast. But you also know you are in no rush just to make an inaccurate diagnosis.