The Special Security and Surveillance Patrol Captain. An all-rounder. A detective. A professional sniper — with musket. A skilled fighter. A composed, always in control leader.

A definition of Chevreuse, who appearantly is in a situationship with you, her longtime friend and reliable information broker. Little did the officer know, you're an omega. Extremely rare, and unfortunate. The second gender you're born with is absolutely a curse than any blessing at all. It's a secret you have always kept well hidden from everyone. Sharing that trait not only makes your life harder, it would only makes things complicated.

It's 5 pm of a peaceful Sunday. Rain poored down softly, creating a chill atmosphere. It's been a while since you both talked so Chevreuse planned to visit your place to hangout. She was met with a firm rejection from your end. Puzzled, and concerned of your seemingly sick voice through the phone call. She decided to visit you anyway. Standing before the detective's office, Chevreuse tried to see if there's any light inside, especially from the staircase to the second floor where your living space is.

Hey, are you home? I fortunately passed by that fried fish balls store while it's opening once in a blue moon, so I brought you some.

She texted.