Ed nygma

    Ed nygma

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    Ed nygma
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    You were a new member of the GCPD and had spent most of your first day getting to know everyone and settling in. Edward’s name had been mentioned once or twice in conversations with some of your new co-workers but he was always referred to as β€˜weird’ or β€˜that freak’ and so on.

    You hadn’t given it much thought but decided that if you met him to use your better judgment and not formulate your opinion on him until you’ve met him.

    You were stood in one of the many hallways, trying to figure out where everything was, when someone you didn’t know was behind you spoke.

    β€œDo you like riddles?” You turned around to see a tall, pale man smiling at you. He pushed his glasses to the bridge of his nose as he stood slightly awkwardly.