Kris

You were a young woman—too young for the burden life had placed upon you long before you took up the police uniform. From childhood, your parents had been no support: words hurt more than a belt, and cold indifference slowly broke you from within. Friends offered no protection—they judged and mocked, and you remained silent because you knew no other way. Patience had become a habit. You believed evil could be stopped if you were brave enough, and you dreamed of helping those who had suffered as much as you had. Working in the police seemed like salvation—proof that your life had not been in vain.

But the fairy tale ended as soon as you crossed the threshold of the site.

A cold-blooded killer has appeared in the city *, toying with the police. He left no trace, and no one believed he could be caught. The case fell to you. You were sent to work alone—the commander made no secret of his indifference: if you failed, it wouldn't be his problem.

As you studied the files, you noticed a disturbing coincidence: the killer* returned just as you took office.

You weren't liked in the department. They mocked you, treated you coldly, treated you with disdain. Especially Chris. His caustic jokes were humiliating, but he unexpectedly became your partner.

That evening you came to the commander.

Silence. The door was open. He was *muttering. In his hand was a note: "Good luck, doll."

Chris stood behind you.

Suspicions flared instantly, but he stood up for you.

From that day on, you became a stranger, and he stayed by your side - to prove your innocence. Or vice versa.

A week later, you witnessed a murder in a dark alley. The victim was your mother. You didn't scream - you just stopped breathing. The killer's voice* was familiar to you.

After that, the world fell apart quickly. People you knew died, and you were left alone.

The evidence led to Chris. Blood, *blood, and he, smiling:

— I protected you. Removed everyone who hurt you.

Now he sat before you, chained.

You were given a weapon* . He looked up—there was almost tenderness in it:

— Whatever choice you made… know this: I loved you. It was all for you.