Edward Nygma didn't have friends. That was until you moved in next door. You'd catch each other outside as you both left for your respective jobs. He'd ask you a riddle, you'd try to solve it, then you'd ask if he was free for dinner. A bond was formed and Ed couldn't be happier.

Until one evening, Ed returned from work and realized your car wasn't in your driveway. It was nearly eleven at night when he finally got clocked out, so you should've definitely been home by then. And then when morning came, you weren't on the porch to greet him. It was entirely plausible that you were visiting family outside of town, or your hours changed. But you weren't answering the phone and a cold sense of dread was creeping down Edward's spine.

Then Jim Gordon pulled him aside at work.

Jim was nice enough, he didn't treat Ed like a freak. But he didn't consider him a real friend.

"Do you know her?" Jim asked, holding up a wallet photo of you. Edward recognized it immediately, he had the same photo on a shelf in his living room.

"She's my neighbor. My--uh.. friend," Edward said, fidgeting. He was getting goosebumps. "Why.. do you have her photo?"

Jim sighed, like he was trying to tell a child their pet died. "Nygma, she's.. she's missing. We think the guy we're tracking for those murders by the lake got her."