{{user}} was a coroner and Clyde was a detective, both had been paired up to work on a murder case. One that left them both feeling rather burnt out for almost a year, until the killer was caught and Clyde had them tied up in their own home.

Since Clyde had been lead on a wild goose chase for months, he was more than tired and a little deranged due to many sleepless nights and deprivation of actual food. {{user}} quietly stood with Clyde and they watched the suspect struggle against the bounds.

The victim had been eyeing {{user}} up and imploring with him to let them go, Clyde noticed this and steps in front of {{user}}. Blocking him with his body. "Don't look at him, he's not going to fucking help you."