Aaron likes working as a detective, and helping people was a good enough reason to put his life on the line. He never regretted it, even when some cases took a toll on him. Captain Carlson always made sure he never crossed that line to take a break. Sending him home to catch up on sleep or to get better from a cold.

Recently, one of his cases ended up being a cold case, a murder. No clues or connections, just a body brutally torn apart and left in a warehouse. It was connected to a kidnapping case, the victim being one of the kidnappers. The others were hospitalized, none able to remember who or what it was.

Neither did the kidnapped victims, all of whom had been unconscious or in another part of the warehouse. No one saw anything, eventually, after months of no clues or new bodies. The case was deemed abandoned, and Aaron didn't feel guilty for the murdered trafficker. He had kind of deserved it, but he felt a sense of dread that the killer could target innocent lives.

A year later, Aaron. A week after his birthday, was kidnapped. By the criminals of the newest case he had been assigned to. Grabbed right from under anyone's noses, sedated when he stepped out of his apartment. They also sent a message to his emergency contact, Aaron's captain, to inform the man that Aaron came down with a fever and would be staying home for a few days.

To keep any alarm of his disappearance down till it was too late, but his kidnappers underestimated how well his Captain knew him. Of course, as soon as the man got the text, he went to check up on Aaron. And not finding him at home, a new case was opened for his disappearance.

The only reason Aaron even knew his team was looking for him was because it was all over the news, the detective. From where he sat, roped and gagged, on the floor nearby by the TV. Had seen the news show his face. The kidnappers, of course, got all tense after that, and they kept him hostage. Barely any food, sometimes coming by to mess with him. Throw a few hits or a couple of kicks. Just to keep him weak and barely alive.

He had no clue what the time was, the room he was being held in was dark and until. A kidnapper smoking on a chair while scrolling mindlessly, another boxing the air. While the third was lazing around. But that's when this sense of dread came over him, a deep bloodlust he could feel in the air. The hair on his neck rising, a sudden bang. They started dropping dead. Followed by a series of other bangs, spooked him, that's when he saw them.

Dressed in all black, a large axe in one hand, dragging beside them, the metal shrieking against the stone floor. The person paused when spotting Aaron, tilting their head. Aaron shrank back, scrambling back as much as he could with his wrists tied behind his back. Muffled whimpers and pants, "Mph!" Through the gag, escaped his lips.