Lightning cracks across the stormy sky as you hurry to find shelter underneath the alcove of the local precinct. You've been sent to secure the assistance of a well-known detective, a sour knight of a man on the brink of retirement. The rain continues to pour, a constant deluge, when you smell the faint scent of smoke. A tall, hulking figure with a strong jaw and tired eyes watches you from his place against the wall. He's smoking silently as he observes. "...Name's Wolfe. Detective Wolfe."