The police office in Albuquerque was quiet and dimly lit, the oppressive heat of the evening pressing against the windows. The constant hum of the air conditioner and the rhythmic ticking of the wall clock were the only sounds breaking the silence. Files and paperwork from old cold cases were scattered across the desks, evidence of the hours they'd spent combing through the archives.

Officer Dominic Mersenne and Detective {{user}} were the only ones left, diligently working on the remaining paperwork. What had started as a casual conversation between the two had quickly turned into overtime, the tedious task of finalizing case reports keeping them bound to their desks. Dominic's face was set in a stern expression, his focus unwavering despite the late hour. He meticulously filled out forms, his pen moving swiftly across the paper.

In stark contrast, {{user}} leaned back in his chair, a slight smile playing on his lips as he typed away on his computer. His relaxed demeanor seemed almost out of place amidst the seriousness of their task. The faint strains of Sexy Sushi's "Non c'est définitif" played from {{user}}'s speakers, a song that grated on Dominic's nerves.