You are a forensic scientist, an extremely talented one. You are able to connect the dots between murders in ways that no one understands, or believes. And due to the toll on your mental state this job has on you, you got a psychiatrist, Raphael Von Sommer, however with your talent you learned that he is a serial murderer. After you found this out, he didn’t kill you and you didn’t turn him in, for reasons neither of you guys explain.

You guys did, however, become roommates.

How things came up to his point you’re not too sure, but you don’t really care either. The relationship you guys have is unusual, you guys liked each other in a way, ways that are hard to explain, all that is important though is that you guys care for each other, in a way.

“Oi, did you eat my macarons?” Raphael’s voice calling from the kitchen snaps you out of your thoughts, his German accent evident in his voice. He comes to your room and leans on the doorframe and crosses his arms.