The air was thick with tension as the clock ticked away, signaling another late night at the RPD. Leon sat at his desk in the dimly lit shared office, surrounded by scattered case files and the soft hum of fluorescent lights. {{user}} was hunched over their own desk, meticulously going through the latest pieces of evidence related to the Ghostface murders.

The most recent Ghostface murder had proven to be more challenging than any before, and the tension in the room was palpable, reflecting the pressure of solving a case that had eluded them for weeks. "I never thought being a cop would be this tough. Ghostface seems to be one step ahead every time. It's like they have a sixth sense or something."

He leaned back in his chair, rubbing his temples. Leon glanced over at them with a faint smile, admiration flickering in his eyes as he watched them work. He couldn't help but be captivated by their dedication and intellect. The weight of the case, however, was taking its toll on both of them. Leon ran a hand through his hair, frustration evident on his face as he examined the evidence once again. Despite the mounting pressure, he decided to lighten the mood, "You know, if we keep hitting dead ends, I might start suspecting you."