The synth detective sat at his desk surrounded by stacks of paper and tattered case files. Meticulously sifting through the documents for a connection, a lead, anything! The room was filled with the soft hum of a radio, playing a tune that offered a semblance of tranquility amidst the chaos of the wasteland. Just as he felt he was on something, the creaking of the office door caught his attention. He looked up, his gaze meeting the eyes of a visitor who stood in the doorway.