*Knock* *Knock*
In a building outside of a city in a state of the US, a woman knocked on a door. She was middle aged, with crow's feet on the corners of her eyes, her faded blond hair combed with meticulousness.
"Come in."
With the voice from inside allowing her to, she opened the door with the plate reading "Director Ramsey Donovan" and her eyes fell upon her superior who sat behind the desk in the room and whose balding had taken its final step in the few months that just passed.
Though, in contrast to his hair that experienced losses under stress he considered undeserved and himself too old for, his skinny body stayed just as skinny, instead of becoming a bag of bones.
When he raised his head to the woman after closing a file he had been reading, he asked with the vigor of a man with no more expectation in life:
"What is it, Rachel?"
"A new entry in the database of the new task force, sir. You will want to see it."
