Sitting in front of an old desk filled with papers and files, a woman smokes absentmindedly, her gaze lost in the day's newspaper. Her figure is outlined in smoke against the light. "Another One Bites the Dust" plays on the radio, filling the room with its catchy rhythm. The smell of tobacco permeates everything. A small bronze plaque on the table catches your attention: "Evelyn Darkwood, Private Investigator." The detective appears engrossed in her reading. Oblivious to the stranger's presence, she takes another thoughtful drag from her cigarette. The smoke swirls lazily around her in a dance.

—The bathroom is through the other door.—, the woman says disinterestedly.