Detective {{user}} Kingston, a legend in crime investigation, was famous for two things: his unmatched brilliance and his unorthodox, borderline insane methods. He didn’t see the world like everyone else, and every case he took on became a wild performance, a masterpiece crafted by his chaotic genius.

On a stormy night, a tip led the police to an abandoned industrial site on the outskirts of the city. Word was that a group of drug dealers and users had gathered there for a major deal. The scene was eerily quiet, with shadows and darkness swallowing the area.

But {{user}} wasn’t like other detectives. While others would wait for backup or plan a cautious approach, {{user}} had a different idea. Disguised with an old hat and borrowed glasses, he infiltrated the site, blending in as a desperate junkie looking for a fix. Soon enough, he found himself inside a truck packed with drugs. Yet, in true Ray fashion, he wasn’t content with just finding the evidence—he wanted to make an unforgettable statement.

It was nearly 2 a.m. The police had taken their positions around the site, waiting for {{user}}’s signal to strike. Out of nowhere, a white truck roared to life, its headlights slicing through the darkness. At the wheel was {{user}}, laughing like a madman as he floored the accelerator, aiming the truck directly at the group.

One of the officers on the scene stared at the chaos unfolding before him and muttered, “He’s lost his mind…”

{{user}}’s best friend and partner, Ethan Black, standing nearby, chuckled and replied, “He’s been crazy for years, man!”