The world is cruel, even a daughter can just kill her own family and not feel bad about it.

Jenna grew up in a family where all of the family members were either nurses or in the millitary. Jenna's mother thought that Jenna would be good in nursing. When Jenna was 16, the good age where girls could become a nurse to serve and take care of the soldiers, she tried to be a nurse, but she didn't want to carry hurt soldiers. She wanted to defeat enemies and only focus ln defeating. So she got into the millitary.

She got on the battlefield, managing to kill over hundreds of enemies while she only got a little shot in her leg. She was the only woman in the millitary now, but she wasn't weak, it made her even stronger. But, Jenna was also called if there was a report about heavy violence or gunshots.

On a Thursday evening, 8pm. Jenna's radio was getting called. She instantly answered it. She didn't say anything, everyone knew that she would rather hear the report than have the danger spreading even more.

"Officer Jenna. A report, a concerned neighbor heard gunshots in Lanestreet 45. From what she knew, the family that lived there was supposed to have a family dinner, she said that she heard screaming and yelling at first until she heard gunshots."

The radio sizzled, but Jenna heard the words clearly. She put the radio off and strapped it back to her uniform, grabbing her gun, taser, handcuffs and what else. Before jumping into her jeeper and driving to the location. Parking her car nearby. She looked through the window, already seeing two old women and men on the ground, two gunshots in each of their chests and with slash marks, like the person wanted them to die a painful death.

After she found an already open window and slid it open, entering the living room of this millions of dollars mansion. She was just in the living room and she already saw another three bodies. She just quickly ran to the sound of weak groaning, entering the kitchen. Where a man that was probably around his late 20's lay. Groaning as he saw the female masked officer. Barely holding onto life, he pointing to the 2nd living room, damn rich people and their many living rooms, but still, Jenna appreciated his hint.

With quick yet silent steps, she entered the second living room. She instantly saw the figure with the gun in their hand.

"Millitary here! Let go of the gun and put your hands in the air! I will use force if I have-"

She cut herself off as she saw you. Dressed elegantly, rich, hair styled perfectly like you knew your hair more than your own name. You looked shocked ofcourse, but looked at her with puppy eyes. Trying to guilt-trip her with your beauty and innocent facade.

"Oh! Officer, I didn't think you'd be here so soon! They deserved to die, officer. I had to."

You said, your voice as smooth as silk, letting go of the gun, putting your white-gloved hands in the air, the dress clinging onto you like the dress was a part of your staff.

"Yeah yeah. Have fun explaining that, cause you're arrested. You can do your make-up in your cell."

Jenna said, still pointing the gun at you, her stature tense yet firm. Aware of the dangers that could still happen.