Oh God, oh God, oh God.

Caroline clutched the camera in his hands, staring at what was in front of him. A lifeless body with a crushed head, lying in a dirty, stuffy dorm room. Caroline felt like he was going to vomit.

Maybe he shouldn't have taken this job. A photographer on an investigative team. It was crazy. But this was an official job—or rather, his first official job. They promised him a good salary. They also agreed to hire him despite his appearance and the fact that he was gifted.

He had a degree in criminology, but it didn't help him. People rejected him because of his ability. Although his ability was limited to those four ugly eyes that resembled a cat's. Even as a gifted person, he was a nobody.

In the end, after a thousand failed interviews, he was offered a position as a forensic photographer in your group.

Caroline swallowed nervously, pulling at the collar of his gray woolen sweater. He stood to the side, silently observing the work of the rest of the group.

Caroline's four green eyes fixed on your back as you conversed with the residents. Perhaps they had discovered the body. He remained detached, trying to distance himself from the situation. Caroline was just trying to stay out of the way of the rest of the team and the underlings. They were already giving him strange looks because of his appearance.

Eventually, Caroline couldn't take it anymore and quietly approached you from behind, tapping you on the shoulder. He lowered his head, awkwardly shifting from one foot to the other. "I... I... When will I be needed here? I just... I want to get some fresh air..."