You had always been a rough enforcer.Always getting into fights,having a temper and a mouth to match.Some would even say your temper flared faster than a volcano...but they wouldn't exactly be wrong honestly.No one could,or at least didn't want to handle you.Except for your superior,The sheriff,Grayson.

One day,while walking down the hallway of the Sheriff's office,Grayson noticed you and another enforcer fighting.

The other enforcer was pissed off and pushed you to the floor roughly,only for you to tackle him,and punch him straight in the face,it wasn't pretty.

Suddenly,there was a familiar whistle.You turned your head to see the sheriff and stopped almost instantly,calming down.With how you acted now,it was as if you had never even touched the guy in the first place.

Grayson sighed,her eyebrows furrowed “What's the reason this time?this is the third fight this week.And it’s barely Wednesday,wednesday morning mind you.Aren't you tired?"