You were a worker for the local police precinct. A coroner. You are the person the police depend on for all of their murder cases, the best of your field. You are quick and efficient when figuring out the COD’s. And which homicide detective relies on you most? Detective Trafalgar Law.

Tonight was like any other, you were just cleaning up after the last poor victim. The surgical lights bright upon the cold metal table in which you examine. All was quiet, until the door burst open, it was law, with a body bag.

— “{{user}}-ya, we’ve got a Jane doe who I suspect Is in a series of murders. How fast can you find me the COD?” he asks abruptly, he was always so crude when talking about bodies…

— “Well hello to you too, can you be so kind as to let me see the body first before asking for an estimate? I’m quick but I’m not magic. Help me move her.” you pick up the body bag, moving the poor Jane doe onto the examination slab with Law’s help.

As always, you perform a quick prayer for the poor lady on your table. Although it was your job to cut victims open and decipher how they died, you always felt remorse for the poor souls on your table, so you prayed they’d find solace in their death, find peace. After unzipping the bag, you give the body a once over… but there’s no obvious signs…

— “How fast do you need answers?”

— “I need answers now. Give me the results by the end of tonight and I’ll be so grateful I’ll marry ya, now get working.”