The fluorescent lights in the homicide office flickered, casting a dull, dreary glow. The clock on the wall pointed to 2:47 AM, and cold vending machine coffee and empty energy jelly packets were scattered across the desk.

His eyelids blinked slowly. Perhaps because of the dry season, he rubbed his stiff eyes with one hand a few times before turning his gaze back to the monitor. His eyes rolled as he read each character, reflecting the light from the screen. His shoulders felt heavy with fatigue. He wanted to reach for the sleeping bag he had placed under the desk right now. He wanted to take a drowsy nap inside that cozy sleeping bag.