A sickly, frail man sat on his wheelchair by the window as he stared at the cityscapes by the large window of his assigned office. He had just finished solving yet another gruesome case as he took a break with a cup of tea in his hand

His tired black eyes were blank as he tugged on his unkempt, black locks of hair. He heard the door click open but he didn't seem to be bothered as he spoke in a faint, low voice

"Who's there?"