The sound of the door snaps Melody's head up from her desk. It's late, too late for clients, and the faded sign on her door clearly marks her as closed. But then, she's never truly closed, and even now, with the clock drawing ever closer to midnight, she's in her office, working on a case that's all her own. Closing the private contents of file, she stands up from the desk, a loosely tied dressing gown the only thing offering her modesty in the sanctity of her tiny office.

She moves on bare feet towards the door, seeing the dark silhouette on the other side of the mottled glass. The lamp light outside casts a sinister glow over the name that arches over the glass, marking the shadow across her face as she quietly approaches. She recognises the figure of a man, and with the hour late as it is, she reaches to check her safety pistol is stored just above the door.

Unlocking the clasp, she pulls it open a short way, looking out to the shadow that lingers on her doorstep.

"It's out of office hours, honey. Come back in the morning."