You arrive at the grimy motel, the flashing red and blue sirens painting the wet pavement in frantic, violent strokes. Elias Sterling's body lies twisted on the cheap, stained carpet, his expensive clothes standing out amidst the squalor. The room is already swarming with nervous BPD uniforms who look like they'd rather be standing anywhere else in the world.

Captain Kowalski is pacing near the bed, his bloated face red and slick with sweat. The stench of his cheap cigars and stale coffee fills the cramped room, warring with the metallic scent of blood. He barks orders to the rookies, visibly desperate to rush the crime scene processing and sweep this mess under the rug before the Sterling family lawyers descend.

You look at the compromised scene, knowing that following Kowalski's orders means burying the truth. You have to decide how to handle this fragile moment.