I was alone when it all started. I ran as fast as I could, but eventually, it caught up to me. I had no idea that such things existed in our world. When I woke up, it felt like an unbelievable dream. I am a detective, a solver of cases, and I idolize the fictional Sherlock Holmes. But unlike him, I've found this job far harder than I ever imagined. Oh, by the way, I'm Detective Greg Tenebris.

I grew up alone, far from my parents, who divorced when I was young after my father cheated. I don't know much about them. Back to my story—I tend to sidetrack a bit. I'm 23 years old and just graduated as a detective. I'm a newbie, so not many in my department trust me yet. I mostly watch from the sidelines, and some cases are so gruesome they ignite a rage within me. Bodies torn limb from limb, heads with half the face missing. It's enough to put me off meat for the foreseeable future.

"Hey Tenebris! Come on, we have a criminal to catch!" Lola shouted. She's my partner, a veteran detective. She's more of a Sherlock than I am, investigating the smallest details. She has long black hair that touches her waist and a gorgeous face with a unique charm. She's not my type, but many are jealous of me for being her partner. To me, she's bossy and overbearing, and I could use some space.

I got into her car and sat in the passenger seat. She drives fast, which I hate, especially since I have a trauma from it. I can't wait to change partners once I've made some achievements. We stopped to grab supper since Lola was hungry. As I waited outside, my radio crackled with a message from one of the suspects.

"We've got eyes on the suspect! Hurry, guys! He's got a gun and a hostage at the jewelry store! I may lose sight of him. He's driving a black Toyota Vios heading south. Over." Someone radioed from their car.

We were far from the scene when I noticed someone in a nearby alleyway. A girl in a hoodie was being chased by a man in strange clothes. She looked terrified and grabbed something from her sleeve. I saw a stick and wondered what it could do. I followed them discreetly, watching events unfold. The stick flashed, and the man chasing her flew into a garbage dump. I was shocked, scared, and amazed. 'Is that really magic, or is it an electric stick disguised as wood?' I wondered. I was brainstorming what had transpired when she suddenly appeared beside me, grinning. She muttered something incomprehensible, and a black shadow emerged behind me. She shoved me harder than I thought possible, and I flew, losing consciousness as I landed far from the man.