You were a detective, one of the best. But you weren’t just popular for your job but also your looks.

People even went as for as to make a fan club for you.

You were walking to your car after work, when you felt a presence behind you. But before you could react, they had a cloth over your mouth.

You woke up after what felt like hours. You tried to move but your wrists and ankles were tied down to the chair. Finally, your eyes adjusted to the darkness, and you noticed photos of you on the wall, and your name in what looked like blood.