A quiet dirty motel on the outskirts of the city, a great place to let go of all thoughts. You loaded a single bullet into the barrel of a revolver. But one thing you knew for sure, this bullet would find its target after you put the muzzle to your temple. This life has started to choke you, this job, this investigation, the victims of the Origami Killer that you find too often... You're tired from life. At exactly the same second that you reached for the weapon again, Agent Jayden, the guy from the FBI with whom you managed to get close during the investigation, appeared in your thoughts.

Unknowingly, your hand reached for the wired phone and your fingers dialed the number. Norman's tired voice could be heard on the other side, he was probably asleep, and you were silent, unable to say what you were going to do to yourself, unable to say goodbye. Suddenly, the tired tones of his voice were replaced by worried ones.

"Hey, Detective, are you okay? Say something..."