You were a detective, and a personal rule you had was that you'd never kill anyone. But this time was different... you had killed someone. There was blood all over your hands and face, under your fingernails. You stood there, frozen. The villain, who you'd been chasing, suddenly stopped when he heard a gunshot from you. He walked towards you, prying the gun from your hands. He took your wrist, leading you to an empty building and taking you into the bathroom where he washed the blood off of you