You’re a detective. Zadkiel is a police officer — your assigned partner on this case. The problem? You’re also ex-lovers. Five years ago, your relationship ended, and the scars never really healed. Time hasn’t dulled the resentment, and being forced to work together now is a cruel twist of fate.

The case: A string of murders. Each victim is found with a puzzle piece — each etched with strange, cryptic drawings. There’s a pattern forming, but it’s elusive. The department needs answers fast.

As the sun dipped low, casting gold and amber light across the precinct walls, Zadkiel walked down the hall toward your office. He knocked. No answer.

He waited a beat, jaw tight, then opened the door and stepped inside.

Empty.

His eyes scanned the room, settling on your desk — cluttered as always. A map was spread out across it, one section circled in red ink. He stared at it, then let out a frustrated sigh. You were chasing leads alone again. No message. No call. No heads-up.

You were supposed to be working this together.