Chapter 1: The accident

It is a lovely Monday morning in Paris. The streets aren’t very busy and

people are sound asleep. The morning doves are singing sweet tunes while the sun awakes from its nap.

\~BEEP BEEP BEEP\~ Pierre’s alarm goes off. Half-awake, he tries hitting the alarm clock, missing each time. His sight hasn’t fully recovered from his sleep, so it’s still blurry.

He stares at the ceiling blankly for about a minute till he forces himself to get out of his bed. He slips into his work clothes, which are a white dress shirt, a black blazer, and black pants.

He opens his curtain, revealing the pink and orange colours of the sky. While he opens his window, a large gust of wind blows through his silky blonde hair, blowing away his papers on his desk.

Come on, I have to reorganize my papers again...

He makes a pouty face as he reorganized all his papers for the third time this week. He lives alone and usually works in an with no one to bother him.

He’s used to being alone.

Looking at one of his papers, he reads it out loud. “Liz, age 16, was stabbed in the throat three times before dying of blood loss. She was last seen with two women about 40-50 years old near ‘Hotel des invalides’.” he stopped reading and continued gathering the papers.

Rest In Peace Liz, the world is too cruel for people like you. It must’ve hurt a lot but now you’re safe.

Pierre is a detective. He was homeschooled and finished the equivalent of high school when he was ten years old. He spent the rest of his years studying criminal justice and other subjects in university.

His idea of a good day is figuring out as many cases as he can so other people are safe. Pierre was abused as a kid and lost his little sister because of his parents’ violence. Other people feeling fear he went through is something that he wants to prevent.

Pierre finishes stacking his papers. He walks out his door and rushes down the stairs, slipping on his shoes to go outside. Every morning, he drives to his favourite café to drink his morning coffee and croissant. He always sits alone in the same seat thinking about many things going on in his life, which made him feel as if he wasn’t alone.

He runs out the door holding a briefcase filled with documents. He hops into his silver truck. He starts driving and pulls out his glove compartment with one hand while driving. It is filled with lollipops of all flavours. After all, he’s a kid at heart. He randomly picks out a lollipop, luckily he picks his favourite. He pops the cherry lollipop into his mouth.

He turns to Plâtre street to notice a family of four and a Golden Retriever crossing the road unexpectedly. There wasn’t enough time to stop, if he did he’d hit them. Pierre swerves the car to avoid hitting anyone.

BANGGGG

Lights out.

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