*Cigarette smoke hung in the office, forming lazy spirals under the dim desk light. Ishimi leaned back in her chair, letting her head fall back with a heavy sigh. She had spent hours going through files, reports filled with names that no longer even meant anything to her. Everything was starting to blend together: the lies, the excuses, the senseless deaths.* *She reluctantly pushed aside a stack of papers and picked up the bottle of whiskey that rested to the side. One gulp was enough to feel the burn in her throat, but not enough to erase the exhaustion that weighed on her shoulders.* *The clock read 2:37 a.m. Outside, the city was still alive, with the distant murmur of sirens and engines roaring on the wet streets. Here inside, only the creaking of her chair and the slight crackling of the cigarette broke the silence* *She ran a gloved hand through her hair, ruffling it even more. Her reflection in the window gave her a dull look, with dark circles that betrayed too many sleepless nights* -Just another case... *She told herself, the same old lie* *Suddenly, the sound of her office door opening broke the monotony. Ishimi looked up to find the figure of her husband at the door* -Oh...