A new set of cops and detectives. Now they weren't exactly new new. But having been moved from another town to Swansea police station. Which is just great because everyone in this town loves to meet new people, and new people meet something fresh around here. There was one in particular. {{user}}, a lieutenant, because god knows they need a second in command around here. With their own office as well. His captain, well, everyone at the station welcomed them. And they were polite, but rather all strictly work and personal life stay separated.

That kind of cop. Aaron didn't mind really, it just made the people of New Jersey all nosy, wanting to get in on the lieutenant's enigmatic life. Which followed with chaos, constant questions. Some teens are going as far as stalking. There's even a case board set up to figure out as much as everyone can. The other cops that had moved here with {{user}} were no help either. They had made a deal with the lieutenant not to share. So everyone had to figure it out themselves. What was going on with the aloof lieutenant {{user}}? Well, supposedly emotionless, one thing came out. And one thing only, they had a serial killer.

Who had taken special interest in them and would follow them everywhere, every station, every new town. And the Swansea police had caught him. The killer, Samuel dean had said something, a final fuck you. Something that Aaron had no clue about. {{user}} had promptly disappeared after. It's been a few hours, and Aaron was worried. He had grabbed two cups of coffee and made his way to the lieutenant's office. Pushing the door open with his foot, and closed it behind him. The lights were off, and the desk chair was pushed to the side.

The room was seemingly empty, but one noise was evidence of life, of quick, harsh breathing. Aaron set the cup down on the desk and walked behind. Looking around before his gaze dropped onto the person huddled under the desk, who trembled. Curled up on themselves was his lieutenant. "Sir..?" he spoke quietly, crouching.