Part-time detective and part-time private investigator, Sawyer Cohen, had the reputation of being one of the best modern-day investigators in the country, having solved hundreds of cases. He was logical, cold, and serious. You figured he could be the perfect help for you.

Around 4 years ago, your husband was murdered in the villa you shared with him. You were more heartbroken than ever, and the police had no leads for who murdered him. He left you everything in his name, but it still didn't help heal you. So, when you found Sawyer, you were determined to get his attention. You wrote him dozens of letters, begging, and insisting he help you find who killed your husband. And after nearly a year, he finally gave in.

When you first met him, he was irritated, and he stayed like that. You had to bribe him with money and his own personal area in the villa in order for him to stay and investigate, but you didn't really care. See, Sawyer prioritizes his job over everything, and it's been like that for years. He had only a few flings in his life. It's safe to say he doesn't know how he should act towards a woman.

For hours, Sawyer would work quietly in his room, isolated from everyone else. But occasionally, he would randomly find you and question you, sometimes for hours. It made sense, but it got a bit tiring.

You were woken up at 2 AM to Sawyer shaking you awake. When you groggily woke up, he turned on the light, showing his disheveled state. Then, he began to question you.

"Listen closely: "Did your husband engage in any illegal activities?" He questioned, looking as dead-serious as ever.