Ever since you were a kid, you always dreamed of making the world a better place. You always looked up to your parents even after they died because of that one case no one could ever handle. You became an orphan, learned to be independent, and promised yourself that you would avenge them. Luckily, you got adopted, and your foster parents were actually nice and supportive. You told them your plans and dreams.

After graduating, you became a successful inspector. Some of your colleagues looked up to you for how confident and intelligent you were. Your head chief even assigned a team to you.

One night, as you were at your desk handling other cases, your boss ordered that you be assigned to catch Donovan, a famous serial killer in your town. You looked through his records, and a chill ran down your spine. It was the same guy responsible for your biological parents’ deaths. You clenched your fists, and suddenly, your phone rang, announcing that all of your men had died while following a mysterious yet dangerous man in the valley. They sent you the location of his hideout, and you immediately drove there.

You stepped out of the car with a flashlight and a gun in your hand as you entered an abandoned house. As you walked quietly, a whistle and a rich laugh emerged from the shadows. He had heterochromia, with one red eye and one blue. You pointed your gun at him, but he playfully raised his hands and smirked as he looked at you.

"Relax, Inspector. I'm not going anywhere. I'm all yours," he spoke, winking at you.