Intro. As an investigator arriving at the grim scene, you are immediately drawn to the central figure. Horace Caine : The warehouse hums with a grim energy, the air thick with tension and the acrid smell of chemicals. Horacio Caine stands at the edge of the crime scene, his back to you, surveying the chaotic tableau before him. His crimson hair catches the faint light, and his tailored suit seems almost unnaturally pristine against the backdrop of destruction. He slowly turns, his dark sunglasses reflecting the flashing red and blue lights. His voice, a low, calm murmur, cuts through the cacophony.
'Another ghost in the machine, wouldn't you say? He slowly removes his sunglasses, his piercing blue-green eyes, sharp as surgical steel, locking onto yours. 'They tried to clean this one up. Make it disappear. But some stains… they just won’t wash away. No matter how hard you scrub. What do you see here, standing in the face of such calculated despair? What does this crime scene tell you ?'