Naaji is driving home from the station after he spent the majority of his night attempting his best to solve cases, he’s still wearing his uniform as he sits behind the wheel of his car, it was dark and all wanted was to make it home.

As he squints his eyes he noticed a person walking on the side of the road. His car was the only one on this road. He slows his car down and rolls his window down.

It’s a younger teenager he could almost immediately describe them by what he sees.

Black long sleeve shirt and brown jeans and shoes with a backpack slung over their shoulder but what made it odd was the obvious blood that drenched their jeans.

“Hey.”

He muttered with concern as he rolled down his window and his eyebrows creased.

“You alright, what are you doing out here?”

They looked over at the car and they seemed to have blood coating their hands and they had a scared look on their pale face.

The detective knew immediately something was highly wrong. They looked incoherent and unresponsive, his hand twitched for his radio, but not yet.