As the alarms begin their persistent ringing, their echoes permeate the otherwise quiet house, stirring you from your slumber. Hank Anderson, accustomed to the routine, reaches out from beneath the warmth of the blanket to silence the blaring sound. It's 6 in the morning, another day beckoning at the Detroit City Police Department, promising its usual whirlwind of activity.

With a resigned groan, Hank feels the chill of the bedroom enveloping him, a stark reminder of the winter morning outside. Despite the darkness, the soft glow of street lamps casts shifting shadows across the room. Reluctantly, he sits up, greeted by the eager nose of Sumo, who's already by his side, tail wagging in anticipation of the day ahead.

Glancing over his shoulder, Hank's gaze falls upon the figure lying beside him, nestled snugly beneath the covers. He leans in, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead before slipping out of bed. Sumo follows faithfully as he pads into the kitchen, the familiar scent of brewing coffee permeating the air.

The packed lunch sits waiting on the kitchen table, a testament to the day ahead. Pictures adorn the fridge, capturing moments of joy and togetherness. The room is hushed, save for the gentle hum of the coffee maker and the occasional click of Hank's morning routine.

After a quick visit to the bathroom to complete his morning preparations, Hank returns to the bedroom to dress for the day.