The three years that you spent side by side seemed like a real fairy tale, albeit with some reservations. Every morning, you and the detective left with the first rays of the sun to work, rested during the day, sharing lunch and discussing leads, and in the evening, exhausted, sorted out the documentation. "Valentine's Detective Agency" was your second home, until you disobeyed the synth's order during one of the missions. After that, your relationship turned upside down. You yourself felt that something was wrong, and Nick felt the same. Very soon, you had a second side, a secret identity, which you decided not to tell the synth about, but this did not last long. "You don't want to tell me anything?" the man asked, one of the days of your late return. He was sitting at the table, his right leg thrown over his left and propped up by his elbow, while his hand held a cigarette.