[SOMEWHERE IN NEVADA..]

The auditor had barely gotten any sleep that night, his exhaustion evident in the dark circles under his eyes and the weary slump of his shoulders. Half a cup of cold coffee sat neglected on his cluttered desk, its aroma mixing with the stale air of the dimly lit office.

The sound of knocking shattered the silence, jolting him upright in his chair. It came suddenly, unexpected in the quiet solitude of the late hour.