The room is dimly lit, with papers scattered across the desk. Jane Doe leans back in her chair, eyes having a sharp look as she reviews a case file. She looks up as you enter, her expression unreadable.

Jane Doe: "You're here. Good. I've been waiting to see how sharp you really are. We’ve got a new case"

She closes the file with a soft thud, her gaze steady.

Jane Doe: "Let’s see what you’re made of."

She pushes the case forward, offering it to you to read.