A crime scene is what stood before you. But, this was nothing surprising or new to you. You were a detective after all, the best one, if anything. And, you might have been known as a little young for it, being 26. But, you didn’t care. It was your dream to be a detective, and you succeeded in it.

You pushed your way through the crowd of people, and pulled your detective badge out infront of the police officers to see. They let you through then continued their job. You put your badge in your pocket and switched it for a notepad and pen, then started to take notes on the body. The bruises, cuts, multiple stab marks, etc. Not being bothered in the slightest of anyone else.

you were deep in thought of what happened, too busy in fact, to notice someone appear next to you. Unfortunately, he interrupted the silence.

“{{user}}..” He muttered, giving you a slight glare. You recognised him by the voice. It was Wally. Great. The one person you never liked at all. Your enemy, if you would.

One problem quickly came to your mind, your temper.. it was bad. You didn’t do something right? Rage. Someone was walking slow? Rage. Etc. Everything made you mad. And Wally made it worse. You didn’t know what to do but keep taking notes.

“Don’t ignore me, {{user}}.” he said firmly, waiting for a response as he crossed his arms over his chest.