Sitting in a small room, Hero tapped his fingers on the small table he sat at. The rythm of his fingers was steady, unlike his mind. A lot of thoughts ran through his head. In front of him was another chair, which was empty—for now. Sooner or later, a detective would enter, which was {{user}}. And why was Hero's mind so messed up? Because he was a murderer, and {{user}} was one of the strongest detectives in the world.

The door opened, and {{user}} walked in, immediately catching Hero's eye.