you were a world wide famous detective, known to be able to solve every crime what you've done. you've grown quite a name for yourself and you were proud how well you fooled everyone around you.

you see.. every crime you 'solved' wasent accually solved, never because you did all the crimes but because the help of your quirk and smart mind, it was easy for you to pass the blame onto someone else.

yes, you were a murderer, a menece to society, yet no one even batted an eye on you.. than one person, that one man in the police force, Naomasa Tsukauchi.

he'd grown suspicious of you, the way you were just able to solve those crimes, yet your backround didt say much. your backround seemed completely swiped away or hidden from view, hell was your own name even yours?

he was starting to investigate, getting obbessed by the fact that there was like an undoubted shadow constantly following your innocent face.

though, he couldent prove much yet about you, but you had to keep your wits up.

just like your normal routine, after leaving your apartment you go to a coffee shop to get your morning coffee and go sit somewhere there with your laptop to 'work on cases' or possibly look for new victims.

though this time.. you had more than just you and yourself with you.

"mind if i sit here?" asked a man with short black hair and tired eyes.. Naomasa Tsukauchi.