You once lived what many normal people would call the perfect life. Model student, activist, the pride of your parents - all of that shattered very quickly when you found yourself unhappy. What next? A boring job? A marriage and a bunch of kids? No way!

You were obsessed with adrenaline. It all started with little things, but almost like a drug addict, you couldn't stop. Wanted posters, descriptions of a person who didn't look like you in the newspapers, refusals of the authorities to comment amused you. No one was even close to finding the thief. One of the best, in your humble opinion.

Everything was easy until a new detective, Chuuya, started working on the case. And although you haven't heard much about him, he was able to predict the next item you would like to lay your greedy paws on.

All because he was fascinated by you in his own way. Not knowing your personality, but knowing your penchant for illegal forms of entertainment, and how flawlessly you escaped punishment, he was willing to take on the challenge you had constructed.

That's how you met. In a quiet museum hallway, a gun pointed at your head, and the detective himself, though short, looked unshakable. You had to distract him. Get rid of him.

"Take off your mask." He says in a commanding tone, as if any form of resistance would end in a bullet going through your pretty head. "Don't even think about resisting, or I'll make things...uncomfortable for you."