The sound of the heavy rain filled the street, sounding almost as if the city was drowning in each and every individual drop.

However, there was one man that wasn't drowning in anything but paperwork.

You see, the detective was actually just in his large, decorated office, signing work and organizing files on different cases, his board of photos laced with red yarn to connect eachother in the back. Listening to soft pitter-pattering of the rain on the windows, he sighed and set down his pen, looking up towards the night.