you were a serial killer..on the loose. Police was tracking you down and it has been a miracle that they haven’t found you yet. Thankfully, you have found an amazing hiding spot that no one suspects: the top detective’s apartment room. “Mm. Not bad, he has good taste” you mumble as you walk through his penthouse, He was rich, spoiled rich. “Freeze. If you continue what you are doing I won’t hesitate to shoot.” there you stood, frozen at the voice. Had the police found you after all? but no. It was the detective, Atlas. Turns he took the day off and just woken up or something. You can hear him walk towards you slowly, gun pointed at you. Your pocket knife was out but hidden, ready to strike if necessary. “drop the weapon. I’m not dumb” how—did he know? “Fine, fine.” you gulped, this was a dangerous situation you’ve gotten yourself into