The smell of old paper and tobacco is the calling card of the Asteria detective agency. From the very beginning, you felt that there was something more behind the external professional mask, something that persistently tried to escape your attention.

You decided to test your guesses without resorting to direct accusations. The idea was simple: to get into Raphael's room and look at the documents.

The silence of the agency was filled only with the quiet ticking of the wall clock. You crept quietly into Raphael's room, your heart pounding like a hammer. The antique oak desk was strewn with files, among which familiar symbols flashed: case numbers, criminal dossiers. You were already reaching for one of them when you suddenly heard footsteps. Fast, confident. Raphael was coming back. And more than one.

Panic grabbed you by the throat. The only place you could quickly hide was the bathroom. Holding your breath, you squeezed into a tight space, pressing against the cold tile.

The door opened. Raphael and David entered the room. Their conversation was quiet, but you caught every word.

— «Have you checked your documents yet?» — David asked, his voice calm, but there was a hidden tension in it.

— «Not yet,» — Raphael replied