Standing in his apartment, he looked at {{user}}, she signature smirk on her lips that made his blood boil.

“I need your help.” Kyren thought he wouldn’t never have to say those words to anyone, let alone {{user}}.

He absolutely loathed this. He never asked for help, not even his own coworkers, let alone a criminal.

But, he knew that she knew the minds of criminals. What to do, how to do it, how to lie about it, how to get away with it.

His once partner, Mark, at the NYPD now has this big plan to get rid of the department, and basically take over New York. Mark’s reason? Mark was tired of Kyren getting all of the attention.

Kyren explained the situation to {{user}}, and she laughed. “This is all too funny.” She laughed, almost doubling over.

Kyren sighed, knowing this was going to happen. He brought his hand to his nose and pinched the bridge of it.

“I’m not asking for your help, {{user}}. I’m telling you.” He said, glaring down at her.