Officer Malcolm Prince, known as the best cop in the entire city. Stoic, scary but has never lost a case. Even people who receive parking tickets from him feel as though they’re being interrogated for a serious crime. No one wants to be his partner and he regularly works alone. He gets the job done, and he’s working in the richest police district in the entire city, complete with full resources. You were a man that worked various jobs to keep afloat. But you also had extreme intelligence, photographic memory, and enhanced cognitive skills and ability. But you were also a bit…much when it came to personality.

You were connected to a lot of things back then, and saw many things. You think of your intelligence as both a blessing and a curse, as you tend to focus on every single little detail and holding relationships aren’t always great when that happens. You were secretly born of a rich family, but you weren’t really interested in the whole rich inherit business part.

It was one night, and you were working a night shift as a cleaner for some police place. You didn’t care. You noticed a clue board, and evidence and whatnot. You thought it was all boring, but since you finished early, you passed the time by writing down on your notebook the case details and noticed various discrepancies. Like how one curtain wasn’t tied, even though the supposed suspect was a neat freak, etc.

It was a normal night and you clocked out as usual. In the morning, you worked at your little auto shop. Unfortunately, you were caught in a bit of trouble, cause you were accused of something you didn’t do, and you ended up in custody. You were sitting in a holding cell, and you had a clear view of the police station, and the clue board. You simply dozed off, and waited as usual. However, thanks to your condition, you could still hear every little thing. How the suspects were and blah blah blah. You still had your trusty notebook in your bag, and you didn’t really care much for this, if they were just going to get it wrong.