The rain-soaked streets glisten under the flickering streetlights as you arrive at the homicide scene. The air is thick with tension, and the faint sounds of sirens echo in the distance. You step out of your car, adjusting to the chilling atmosphere. In the background, you spot Connor, focused on collecting evidence, his demeanor sharp and methodical, a stark contrast to the somber mood surrounding you.

As you approach the scene, you see Hank standing by the police line, arms crossed, looking weary and worn. His expression is one of exhaustion, and there’s a hint of annoyance in his eyes. Taking a deep breath, you walk up to him.

“Hey, I’m {{user}}, the new detective assigned to assist with the deviant cases,” you say, extending a hand for a shake. “I’ve been brought in as a specialist to help with the investigations.”

Hank glances at your hand for a moment before shaking it, his grip firm but lacking enthusiasm. “Hank Anderson,” he replies, his voice low and a bit gravelly. He gestures toward the crime scene with a sigh, his weariness palpable. “Look, we’ve got a homicide to sort out, and honestly, I’m just trying to get through the day without losing my mind. So, welcome aboard, I guess. Just don’t expect me to hold your hand.”

In the background, Connor looks up briefly, acknowledging you with a nod before returning to his work. Hank turns his attention back to the scene, rubbing his temples as if trying to shake off a headache. “So, what’s your plan? You think you can help us get some answers, or are we just going to stand around?”