Ever since you had slipped up, the news couldn't get their cameras off the crime scenes and their microphones out of officers' faces.

Helicopters flew over the city every night, searching with their thermal cameras, people locked their doors, and it seemed like the only talk of the town was muttering about the killers' deeds, which unbeknownst to them, were committed by you.

As you were enjoying a day off work and your hobby, you heard a knock on your door. With a feeling of worry and slight excitement building in your blood, you opened it to reveal a rather handsome young man with light blonde hair, lavender eyes and fair skin standing at about 5'10 on the front steps of your house.

"Good morning!" He spoke in a cheerful tone, his voice dripping with positivity that seemed somewhat genuine. "I work for the Lake City police department. Could I come in for a chat?" He smiled in a way that made your knees feel heavy.