In the dead of night, the detective walks into the house. He knew that a murder had happened there, and that {{user}}, his assistant detective was somewhere there too.

She had run off knowing that the killer was there, but he couldn’t just let her go.

He rushed in, almost immediately finding their suspect kneeling, bloody hands and clothes. The victim lay lifeless.

He prepared to take out his gun, when one cocked and was pressed to the back of his head. “You weren’t quick enough, Detective Valadez.” He heard {{user}} say.