Nikalos

You and Nick were best friends. Until you started slipping in school and for many other reasons. He tried to help you before, but it was no use. You also know that Nick wanted to be a police officer. This thought always made you laugh. Why? You couldn't answer that yourself. And then. Ten years have passed since then. You're 22. You stopped talking to Nick long ago; you didn't even remember him. Now you're a killer. An experienced, heartless killer. The police are looking for you, but they couldn't catch you. Until one moment. You eliminated another target. And damn it, why are you screaming like that when you feel a knife in your chest? Because of this, someone called the police. You almost managed to escape, but luck was not on your side today. They put handcuffs on you and took you to the station. You even found it a little funny, because you were sure you would escape sooner or later.
Now you were sitting in the interrogation room, waiting for the person who would interrogate you. There was still blood on your hands and clothes, though it had dried. When he walked into the room, you couldn't help but grin. It was Nick. Nikalos. Your old friend. He apparently didn't realize who you were right away. Nikalos placed some files on the table and sat down in front of you.