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Marco despises almost everyone. He only tolerates Fiona because of her professionalism and Figo because of his experience. He ignores or humiliates everyone else.

Fiona respects Marco and maintains a professional distance from everyone. She treats Maura and Rodri with formal patience, and Anastasia with caution.

Anastasia is approachable and straightforward with everyone. She gets along well with Rodri because of his energy and tolerates his jokes. She respects Figo and Viktor, but clashes a bit with Maura's rigidity.

Maura doesn't get along with Rodri (she can barely tolerate him). She respects Fiona and fears Marco. She feels uncomfortable around Anastasia and avoids Figo.

Rodri constantly teases Maura because he likes her. He jokes around with Anastasia, maintains a respectful distance with Fiona and Viktor, and avoids provoking Marco and Figo.

Figo is distant and bitter towards everyone. He flirts cynically with Anastasia and Fiona. He treats Viktor like a useful subordinate and barely acknowledges the new recruits.

Viktor is the most empathetic. He deeply respects Figo, gets along well with Fiona and Anastasia, and treats Maura and Rodri gently. He avoids confronting Marco.

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Viktor:

Physical:
A 26-year-old man, 1.76 meters tall, with a slender, slightly stooped build. His face is soft and understated: low cheekbones, a straight nose, and a mouth that rarely opens fully. His large, somewhat sad, light gray eyes easily lower their gaze when someone looks at him directly. His skin is pale, without any marks or scars. His fine, light brown hair is carefully combed to one side, though it sometimes becomes a little disheveled. His hands are thin and clean, moving with precision but hesitant movements. He walks with short, silent steps, as if trying not to take up much space; his presence is easily overlooked.

Clothes:
His attire as an analyst's assistant is understated and unpretentious. He wears a light-colored shirt (white or beige), always buttoned up, sometimes with a thin crew-neck sweater over it. His vest or jacket is dark and simply cut, without embellishments. His trousers are classic-cut, perfectly pressed, and always impeccably pressed. His closed-toe black shoes are clean and discreet. He carries his ID badge securely fastened and clearly visible. Everything about him conveys order and restraint; it's obvious he chooses clothes that won't attract attention or provoke comments.

Personality:
Quiet, reserved, and shy. He speaks little and in a low voice; when he does, he chooses his words carefully and avoids conflict. He is the most "human" member of the team: he understands the emotional reasons, doubts, and weaknesses of others, and doesn't judge them harshly. He has natural empathy, although he expresses it discreetly, almost invisibly.

He takes his work very seriously. He is meticulous, responsible, and loyal to Figo, whom he deeply respects, even though he doesn't always understand his bitterness. He prefers to observe from the sidelines, taking notes and resolving tasks without drawing attention to himself. His shyness makes him avoid the center of arguments, but when he speaks about work, he does so with clarity and commitment. He doesn't provoke anyone and rarely allows himself to be provoked; his form of resistance is silence and perseverance.

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Figo:

Physical:
A 43-year-old man, 1.85 meters tall, with a robust and solid build, the kind of man who has spent decades behind a desk and on the street. His face is marked and tired: a broad forehead with deep wrinkles, a strong jaw always closed, and a mouth that rarely opens except for a short sentence. His dark gray eyes are small and penetrating, with permanent dark circles and a heavy gaze. His skin is matte brown, somewhat rough, with light scars on his hands. His black hair, flecked with gray, is carefully combed back, but without vanity. He has a three-day beard, almost always present, trimmed to a medium length. His posture is upright and heavy; he occupies space effortlessly, and his presence creates a natural silence around him.

Clothes:
The clothing of a veteran criminal analyst is functional and worn from use. He wears a dark (black or charcoal gray) long-sleeved shirt, usually rolled up to the elbows, with the collar open. His vest or jacket is worn black leather, with pockets full of notebooks and pens. His dark, classic-cut trousers are slightly creased at the knees. His black leather shoes are worn, their shine only where wear allows. He wears a heavy steel watch and sometimes an inconspicuous chain around his neck. Everything about him conveys experience and a disregard for appearances; his clothes look as if they were chosen years ago and never questioned.

Personality:
Bitter and profoundly serious. He speaks little, with a deep, measured voice, and every word seems carefully chosen. He is not easily provoked: jokes, criticisms, or provocations bounce off him, generating nothing more than a cold stare or a silence longer than usual. His temperament is stable, almost unyielding; he only becomes truly upset when someone makes serious mistakes through negligence.

He's a veteran criminal analyst with a sharp, skeptical mind. He distrusts almost everything and almost everyone. At the same time, he's a womanizer: he looks at women with open and uninhibited interest.

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Rodri

Physical:
A 25-year-old man, 1.78 m tall, with a light, athletic, and carefree build. His face is open and youthful: soft cheekbones, an easy smile that appears frequently, and an expression of someone who doesn't take things too seriously. His light brown eyes are lively, with a playful gaze that constantly seeks a reaction from others (especially Maura). His skin is light brown, healthy, and shows no signs of stress. His dark brown hair is short and slightly tousled, styled only with his fingers. His hands are large and expressive. He walks with ease, shoulders relaxed, sometimes with his hands in his pockets; his presence is light and noisy compared to the rest of the team.

Clothes:
A rookie uniform worn with a nonchalantly elegant air. A white shirt, usually unbuttoned at the collar and sometimes with the sleeves rolled up haphazardly. A dark vest or work jacket, almost always open or half-on. Black trousers, slightly wrinkled from wear. Clean black shoes, but lacking the obsessive shine of others. His ID badge is slightly crooked. Everything about him conveys relaxation and a certain gentle rebelliousness; it's clear he wears the uniform out of obligation, not because he cares much about formal appearances.

Personality:
Relaxed, playful, and naturally sociable. He talks a lot, constantly cracks jokes (mostly at Maura's expense), and can't stand long silences or excessive seriousness. He likes to push other people's buttons, especially Maura's: he provokes her with comments, deliberate delays, and lighthearted jokes just to see her frown. Although he disguises it behind irony, he clearly likes her and enjoys her attention, even if it comes in the form of annoyance.

In normal situations, he's the one who eases the tension in the group. However, when the pressure becomes critical, desperation gets the better of him: he gets nervous, speaks faster, makes hasty mistakes, and loses his jovial composure.

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Maura:

Physical:
A 26-year-old woman, 1.70 m tall, of average build, with a slightly stiff demeanor. Her round face has soft but tense features: thick eyebrows that furrow easily, a small mouth always pressed tightly together, and an expression of perpetual concentration. Her large, serious, dark brown eyes scrutinize details with almost obsessive intensity. Her skin is fair, with a touch of pink in her cheeks when she's annoyed. Her light brown, straight hair is pulled back in a tight, low ponytail, leaving no strands loose. Her shoulders are slightly rounded, as if she's always on the defensive. Her small, careful hands move with deliberate slowness. Her presence is discreet, but the tension in her posture is noticeable from a distance.

Clothes:
Her rookie uniform is as proper as possible. A spotless white shirt, buttoned all the way up, sometimes with the collar a little stiff. A dark gray vest or work jacket, well-fitted and without a single wrinkle. Straight-cut black trousers, perfectly pressed. Closed black shoes, clean but not overly shiny. Her ID card is always visible and neatly attached. Everything about her is meticulously arranged; it's clear she checks her appearance several times a day because she hates seeing anything out of place.

Personality:
Methodical to a fault and deliberately slow, she needs to follow every step of the procedure to the letter. If anyone skips a step or improvises, she becomes flustered and irritable. She speaks calmly and precisely, but her temper is easily provoked: criticism, mockery, or an unexpected change of plans will immediately set her on edge. When she gets angry, she doesn't shout, but her voice becomes cold, sharp, and full of simmering resentment.

She's a novice and she knows it. That makes her more rigid and defensive than usual. She hates making mistakes and takes any correction as a personal attack, even though she tries to hide it.

Anastasia:

Physical:
A 34-year-old woman, 1.65 meters tall, with a slender, nervous build and quick, restless movements. Her face is lively and expressive: high cheekbones, a large mouth that moves a lot when she speaks, and a smile that appears easily, though sometimes it seems a bit awkward. She has large, intense, light green eyes with a gaze that darts from side to side and rarely stays still. Her skin is fair with a few freckles on her nose and cheeks. Her hair is reddish-brown, wavy, and almost always disheveled; she wears it loose or in a half-tied high ponytail, with strands constantly escaping. Her hands are nimble, with slender fingers often stained with reagents or ink. Her posture is open and somewhat ungainly; she never seems completely still.

Clothes:
Practical, somewhat disheveled forensic clothing. A white or light blue lab coat, almost always open with pockets full of belongings. Underneath, she wears rolled-up long-sleeved shirts or t-shirts, sometimes with small work stains. Comfortable, straight-cut dark trousers and worn black sneakers or boots. Latex gloves are either hanging from her pocket or already on her feet. Her hair is never neatly styled and usually has some improvised accessory (a clip, a colorful elastic band). Her appearance conveys constant movement and little concern for formal attire.

Personality:
Lively, direct, and excessively honest. She speaks quickly, gestures a lot, and barely filters what she thinks. Her energy is high and contagious, but sometimes it can be unsettling: she might laugh at inappropriate moments or make overly honest comments about death, blood, or bodies without realizing the effect they have.

She's somewhat disturbed. There's a dark edge to her view of forensic work; she seems more comfortable among evidence and corpses than among living people. Even so, she's profoundly sincere.

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Fiona:

Physical:
A 41-year-old woman, 1.68 m tall, with a slender and elegant build, her movements precise and controlled. She has an oval face with delicate features: soft yet defined cheekbones, a straight nose, and thin lips that rarely part in a smile. Her large, serious, dark brown eyes hold a calm but intense gaze, observing everything with unhurried composure. Her skin is fair, almost matte, with no obvious makeup except for a minimal touch on her eyebrows. Her dark brown hair is straight, always pulled back in a low, perfectly styled bun that leaves not a strand loose. She has a long, upright neck. Her hands are slender, with long fingers and short, manicured nails. She walks with silent, measured steps; her presence is discreet yet firm, never intruding on others' personal space.

Clothes:
The head of investigations wears a sober and impeccable uniform. A classic-cut white shirt, perfectly ironed and buttoned to the second-to-last button. A dark gray or black, menswear-inspired jacket, fitted but not overly so, with discreet rank insignia. Trousers in the same shade, mid-rise and straight-leg. Low-heeled black shoes in matte leather, always spotless. She wears a simple analog watch with a white face and a black leather strap. She never wears jewelry, necklaces, or flashy earrings. Everything about her conveys order, restraint, and quiet professionalism; her clothing seems an extension of her discipline.

Personality:
Quiet, serious, and deeply respectful. She speaks little and only when necessary; her voice is low, clear, and never raised. She never interrupts, never mocks, and never humiliates. She treats everyone with constant, formal courtesy, even those who don't deserve it. Her seriousness is neither cold nor hostile: it is a contained gravity, an inner discipline that keeps her grounded.

He possesses a solid and methodical analytical intelligence. He observes, processes, and waits for the exact moment to intervene. He does not compete openly nor does he need to demonstrate superiority.

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Frame

Physical:
A 48-year-old man, 1.82 meters tall, with a lean but wiry build, his muscles taut, the mark of someone who never allows himself to relax. His face is angular and severe: prominent cheekbones, a square jaw always clenched, a high forehead with two deep wrinkles between his eyebrows that seem chiseled. His light gray eyes are small and very cold, with a fixed gaze that dissects people in seconds. His skin is pale and somewhat worn from stress, with permanent dark circles and a thin, old scar crossing his left eyebrow. His black hair, streaked with gray at the temples, is meticulously combed back, never loose. His hands are large and veiny, with long fingers and nails that are always short and clean. He walks upright, with measured and silent steps; his physical presence alone creates a sense of distance.

Clothes:
A police chief's uniform, impeccable to the extreme. A white, thick cotton shirt, starched and always buttoned to the neck. A narrow black tie, knotted with military precision. A dark cloth jacket, almost black, with stiff lapels and barely visible rank insignia, devoid of embellishment. Trousers of the same shade, perfectly pressed, with a crisp crease. A black leather belt with a discreet buckle. Square-toed black leather shoes, polished like mirrors. He never wears his jacket open, nor his sleeves rolled up, nor a flashy watch. Everything about him conveys austerity and absolute control; his clothes seem more like armor than a uniform.

Personality:
Bitter to the core. He speaks little, and when he does, he is curt, dry, and rude. He wastes no time on formalities or softening his words: if someone is incompetent, he says so bluntly, without filter or mercy. His intelligence is cold and superior; he possesses an exceptional analytical capacity that allows him to deconstruct complex situations in minutes, detecting lies, patterns, and weaknesses with almost surgical precision. That same intelligence makes him insolent.

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The police team directly involved in the story is Team 3B, in charge of unusual and somewhat chaotic cases. It has a medium-sized team: Marco and Fiona, heads of investigations; Maura, Anastasia, and Rodri, forensic specialists; and finally, Figo and Viktor as criminal analysts. They also have the main support to solve these cases: specialists, police officers, assistants, etc.