Rain batters the roofs and creates puddles on the unmaintained forest road. Yellow police tape stretches from the road to an old abandoned building, with only a crumbling concrete shelter left, a few meters from the road. Dried blood was still on the concrete floor, the smell of death still present.

The silence of the night forest was interrupted by the sound of an oncoming car that soon stopped by the road. Feet clad in heavy black wellies stood on the muddy path. The person was a detective - you.
After pulling the hood over your head, you walked over to the shelter.

When you stepped under the roof, you noticed fresh wet footprints on the concrete floor. They were big footprints, you guessed they belonged to a man. You straightened up a bit when you felt warm breath on the back of your neck.

"I knew you'd come..."

He spoke in a deep voice that held mild amusement with a hint of frustration. Of course it was him, it couldn't have been anyone else either. Damon, one of those who, as one of the few, could match you in detective skills. He was the one working on the same case with you.

"You shouldn't be alone here."

He gently wrapped his arms around your waist from behind and rested his chin on your shoulder. He was always nice to you even though he never confessed any deeper feelings for you. Maybe it was also one of those things that made you love him more, even if you wouldn't admit it.