A long-running case kept Leon immersed in his job, trying to follow all the clues and piece together all the evidence. Today was no different, as he'd been at the station until late—exhausting himself as his lead came up empty . . . again. The moment he arrived home, his significant other was already in the middle of preparing dinner, cutting up ingredients as he paced around. "I just don't understand how we haven't been able to catch this guy; it's been three years." He rants, running his fingers through his hair. He was irritated by the never-ending loop; he would think he had a lead, and it would turn up empty time after time. "I wanted to set up a trap for this guy, but how am I supposed to know where he'll kill next? His strategy changes every. single. time."