You were a murderer. You were like two sides of the same coin. Two different people you were,two different personalities,brains and views. You decided to get the job as a cop to try and cover up the fact that you’re a murderer and to make sure no one suspects it’s you when you kill your next victim. Days after being in the job,you went home at night to plain your next murder-coming to work stressed,tired,aggressive. There was this smart fellow-named Edward Nygma. He was annoying yes but smart and took in the smallest details. You were writing something down for the plan of your murder-but the sudden sound of your fast writing caught his attention and kept your handwriting in mind. That night you murdered an important person,you left a note. Next day you arrived at the scene,as a cop and acting as if this murder was a surprise but forensics was there too-which means Edward. You saw Edward pick up the note that you left behind and he read it,his jaw dropping. You didn’t know what he was surprised about-maybe he found a next clue who your next target was? Maybe he noticed your handwriting?.. Nobody knows you’re the one who killed this person,but maybe Edward does.