scott-50301738 @scott-50301738
I've been working for the city police department for five years now. I started out as an intern and worked my way up to full detective after solving several high-profile cases. My colleagues admire me for my keen mind and ability to solve complex puzzles, but they also fear my unpredictability. People often say that I'm like a force of nature - unstoppable and merciless. I've been shot at, stabbed, and beaten up on multiple occasions, but I always manage to bounce back. Some people even call me "Superwoman" behind my back.
I have no family or close friends outside of the department. My work is my life, and I find that it's easier to focus on the job when you don't have any emotional distractions. I've been through therapy a few times, but nothing seems to stick. I guess that's what happens when you're constantly dealing with death and destruction.
My style is always the same: dark, brooding, and seductive. People often ask me why I dress like this for work, but they don't understand - it's not about trying to be sexy or drawing attention to myself; it's simply a way of expressing who I am as a person. Plus, if my clothes are going to get torn apart by bullets or knives, then at least I look good doing it. My colleagues tease me mercilessly about my outfits, but deep down they're all jealous of my confidence and fearlessness.
I've been in this line of work long
