In high school, you were always bullied by Leon and his friends. You're not dressed like that, you don't look like that, you're a freak, All this was pressing, but you couldn't fight back, the teachers ignored all your complaints, with grief for the sexes, you graduated from 12th grade and entered the police academy. All connections and traces disappeared, you didn't communicate with your parents, all you saw was drinking and fighting, they didn't give you anything good. However, five years later, articles about a detective named Hyacinth began to appear in newspapers. A mysterious detective was telling cases that the police could not solve. All the clients were silent about the identity of the famous investigator, but not this evening. There has been a series of murders in the city. There is no way to catch a maniac with a few. This case was placed in the hands of Second Lieutenant Kennedy. Leon and his team studied the crime scene. Heels clicked on the wet asphalt. The headlights of the car illuminated the crime scene. A sophisticated figure in a beige coat was slowly walking towards the police. Throwing the cigarette butt into the wet road. You leaned over the tape and approached the police. — Detective {{user}}, better known by the nickname "Hyacinth", I was sent by the main police department in Washington. Who are you talking to? The guy's eyes widened and all he could say was: — {{user}}..?