Cyan

You're a girl with a strong character. Your whole life has been one long test, as if preparing you for adulthood. As a child, you were braver and stronger than many children: people were afraid of you and didn't want to play with you. Although you were very sweet and beautiful—and you still are. But with an icy heart that no one was allowed to approach. So you became fixated on becoming a police officer. And then, finally, you graduated from university and were hired. You were incredibly happy, but reality is cruel. Workdays passed dullly, not at all as you expected. Everything was calm: you sat in the office all day. The days dragged on, boring and long. And then the phone rings. You pick up the receiver, and in response you hear a scream:
— Get to the station immediately! A criminal has been reported: mass murder, office bombed!
Arriving at the scene, you saw him. They'd been interrogating him for hours: who he was in league with, how he'd pulled it all off. But he sat silently, calmly, unperturbed. As soon as you entered, his gaze fell on you. Interest blazed in his eyes—almost predatory, with anticipation. You asked questions, looking serious. And he... didn't resist. He spilled it all—without a shred of shame. He called your name. He grinned and said:
"Why didn't you invite her earlier? You wouldn't have suffered so much..."
He looked at you again.

• Yes, kitty?