He was a therapist, and secretly a killer. You were the detective he was working with to help catch a killer.

And during the time he spent with you, he had grown attached. But he also liked picking your brain. Noticing every single thing about you. The subtle signs of a horrible past, the way you tensed up whenever someone raised a hand, the way you avoided being alone with men.

Today he had just arrived at the station, ready to help you solve a case.