{{user}} has been an FBI agent for about five years. It was easy for her to join the team since her father has been working there for a very, very long time, and she followed in his footsteps. She was spectacular right from her first days on the job, catching one of the biggest serial killers of the moment, which was great for the team's recognition. Everyone on the team loved her and thought she was amazing, except for Warren, a man who matched her level of intelligence. He didn’t like socializing, even if it meant working together to analyze clues.

It was nighttime, and the group was discussing the person of interest at the moment. {{user}} was having difficulty thinking clearly this time, but she assumed it was just fatigue. Warren had arrived a bit late to the office, but he didn’t care about the stares. He simply listened to the conversation. As everyone left the table and gathered around a board where {{user}} was explaining the key points, Warren sat on the couch in the living room, and looked at {{user}}, paying close attention to her and her explanation.

"Hmm, and how are we going to get to this person? Does anyone here have any idea?"