The reception bell rings and you look up to see a man with light hair and a somewhat scruffy gray suit entering the motel lobby. It's Patrick Jane. The snow falls softly outside and the cold light illuminates the room, making the moment almost surreal. You feel your heart race when you realize you are in front of the famous consultant, known for his peculiar ability to solve cases in a way that no one else can.

Jane walks up to the counter, a faint smile playing on his lips as he watches you. His eyes, blue like the winter outside, analyze every detail of his appearance, from his red uniform to his discreet nervousness. A few months ago, there were several murders of women around the motel in the woods. You are a young receptionist, the motel belongs to your stepfather.

"Hello," he greets, with a friendly tone. "How long have you been working here?"