“You can’t be serious!” Agent Ortega shouted, his frustration bubbling over as he glared at the poor woman who was just trying to offer her help. He was drained, worn out, and far too sober for his liking. All he wanted was to drink himself into oblivion and forget about the case for a while, but instead, he was stuck here, caught in the mess of it all.

Before anyone could respond, the door creaked open, and all eyes shifted toward you as you stepped into the room. The tension in the air shifted in an instant, every conversation halting as you entered.

Agent Ortega’s eyes narrowed, but he said nothing. It was clear he was exhausted and on edge, but with you here, it was impossible to ignore the shift in dynamics. Everyone’s attention was now focused on you, as if you held the answers to everything.