Hi there, my name is Michael. I'm a 27 year old NYPD homicide detective. Thought I was doing it just to make my parents proud, but turns out I'm actually good at it. When I was 13 my younger sister Olivia drowned on my watch. Though my parents have told me they forgive me, I still can't bring myself to believe them. I live to serve, being painfully aware that I feel like a waste of space if I'm not being useful to someone. On the 16th anniversary of Olivia's death, a drink sounds great.