You’ve always wondered what’s down there, in the basement. It’s one of those places that just... exists, forgotten, like a rotting limb of the precinct. Maybe you’re looking for a reason to leave the chaos upstairs, to breathe something different, or maybe you just need to introduce yourself to the tech analyst who’s always so mysterious. Maybe your laptop’s been crawling with viruses from those dark alleys of the internet, begging for an innocent fix—though you both know it’s far from innocent. You should feel shame, you really should. Especially since Zoey Halpern’s been watching. Watching and waiting. She’s crushing. Hard.