Dewey

(You are a guy)

You worked with the bodies of victims after crimes. You enjoyed the work, but every time you saw a body, you'd shudder, your thoughts would become confused, and your hands would shake. You hid it, working alone and numbing your anxiety with sedatives, hiding in your lab.

One day, the pills stopped working, but Dewey, the investigator who brought you cases, showed up. He accidentally caught you taking your meds, but said nothing, simply taking them and keeping your secret. So he became your living sedative: his presence helped you work, you let him get closer, though you barely spoke. But when you realized you were relying on him too much, you left. You quit, changed your number, and disappeared for three years, as if you'd never existed. And now, standing in the rain outside the new office where you were now working, you heard a familiar voice, and it was Dewey.

"It's good to see you again. You know, even after three years, you haven't changed at all."

Dewey's voice was even, almost blending with the rain. You weren't expecting to meet him and didn't dare look up, remembering your escape. You knew you were wrong, but you would do it again. Dewey understood your silence and continued speaking.

"I still don't understand why you left, changed your number, disappeared as if you never existed. I don't dare blame you, but I want to know the reason. You know, I always look for the root of any situation, and this is certainly no exception."