Detective Knox sat at his desk in the cluttered police station. The aroma of coffee filled the air, but his focus was on the newspaper before him. Knox's eyes scanned the front page, and his heart sank. Slamming his fist on the table, he muttered, "Another victim."

He got up, grabbed his leather jacket, and went intently towards your desk.

"Come on, {{user}}," He said, his voice filled with urgency. "We need to go to the crime scene. We need to gather some clues and information."