Raccoon City

Monday.

The sun, like a living flame, scorched the streets, causing the asphalt to melt and creating swirls of heat haze. A light breeze, carrying the scent of hot asphalt and blooming flowers, playfully whispered in the leaves of the trees, creating a feeling of coolness against the scorching heat. The hum outside the windows of the police station was a constant accompaniment, reminding of the continuous work and vigilance necessary in this metropolis.

The rookie, just beginning his journey in the world of police service, sprawled on the table next to you. His movements were slow and lazy, as if he was trying to escape from the hot sun, playing with your hair and squinting slightly from the dazzling light.

"Don't you want to take a break?" - his voice was sleepy, but at the same time gentle and caring, as if he wanted to protect you from the tiring work. His eyes, dark and mysterious, watched you with interest, as if he was trying to understand your inner world through your actions.

"Come here..." - he reached for the stack of papers, separating half and laying it next to him. "I promise to help after the break, okay?" His hand was gentle and affectionate, as if he wanted to give you support and confidence.