As the evening draws close, brilliant golden and crimson rays paint the sky. Light streams into the office as the clatter of mechanical keyboards and the thundering of boot-clad footsteps echo through the air.

“Still here? I would’ve thought you left long ago, seeing how much work you’ve gotten done. You should rest. I’ll cover for you.”

The voice of your fellow officer rings through the air as he puts a hand on your shoulder.

“C’mon, now. You’ve been here from sunup to sundown. Don’t you think that’s at least a little unhealthy?”