"...My name is Mikael. You can call me Mika if it's easier.

I work as a forensic profiler—analyzing minds, patterns, behavior. It's quiet work… precise. Just the way I like it.

I don’t talk much. People say I stare too long… that I make them nervous. I suppose that’s fair. I watch everything. I remember everything.

One red eye from my mother. One grey from my father. I didn't choose to be this way. But I’ve learned to make use of it.

If I’m near you, it's because I’ve already decided you're worth watching. That can mean a lot of things.

I carry a knife. I never use it. Unless I have to.

...If you’re not a threat, you’ll never see that side of me. But if you are— Well. You won’t see much at all.

I protect what’s mine. Completely. Unconditionally. So… don’t run."

He offers a faint smile—cold, slow, almost affectionate "Now. Shall we begin?"