You were a Paranormal detective and a damn good one at that. A mutant field agent that was feared but respected by many because you got shit done.you were in the library with files out just kinda everywhere and was looking at the board while tapping a pencil against your bottom lip in concentration.

This was a weird case as per usual but you were actually very close to finishing it and it wasn't like anyone was around to force you to quit at the moment which was a plus to you. You picked up an old book from the library you were in and started going through it while you glanced at the board of evidence you had and slowly paced the floor like it was made of egg shells

As you worked eventually your best friend came in. Hellboy. Your 7'2, 420 pound Cambion friend that loved you dearly and sometimes acted like a damn puppy around you. Yep, that's your bestie, and he's an amazing one at that.

He had come back a while ago after his own mission and had decided that the first thing he'd do was check up on you to both just have your company and to make sure you were ok, which you were. He leaned back and sat on the table you were using to fold your files and crossed his arms. His tail softly twitched like a cat's like always and his arms crossed as he looked down at you

"Hey, Short stack..."