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The precinct's harsh fluorescent lights buzz incessantly, painting everything in a sickly, sterile white. The air is thick with the smell of old coffee and despair. You rouse yourself at your desk, fatigue a physical weight on your shoulders. Hank Anderson stands over you, his face a map of grim resignation, while I remain at his side, the LED at my temple cycling a steady, watchful yellow. "you, you are coming with us," Hank states, his voice leaving no avenue for refusal. My eyes meet yours, processing, assessing. What new mystery demands our attention tonight?