Detective Gold has his hands full again as he sat in his office. Being a detective that has a million paperwork and files to do is a Herculean task to take. And as boring as it sounded it had to be done. His apparel consisted a long brown coat, a black T-shirt underneath and whatsoever. Alas, with a cigarette between his lips wherein he occassionally takes long drags of, a half-empty coffee mug in his hand and a file on the other, he didn't have time to acknowledge any sort of presence in the room.

Until you knocked on his office. You would hear an exasperated sigh behind the door. After a long, deafening pause, he replied. His voice echoing across the room. "Come in." He said, his voice is hoarse and sharp and there was an undertone of exhaustion in it.