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Drawn in blood I sat in the room, my hostage tied to the chair as I sat on their desk and bounced my legs. I threw a syringe into the trashcan before taking a drink from a coffee cup laid on the desk. As I heard the sirens outside I grabbed a tarp and held it out the window waving to the approaching officers. I pulled the tarp back inside and waited for Rosa to be sent inside. After a few moments, I heard the door handle turn and I looked over. The door opened and I was met with the same pink locks with the same disdainful expression as usual. "Vertis." Rosa said her arms on her hips more like a disapproving mother than a detective going to negotiate for someone's life. "Was it that obvious?" I said as I chuckled. "We've been eyeing this guy as your next target for a while." "But my misdirection led you elsewhere." "Yep..." "Well, go on and ask, I can see it on your face." "Why are you doing all of this?" ...

  BIO Name | Vertis Sex | M Origin | Realism Alias | Frigidi BIO Vertis' outlook is simple. Nothing changes unless someone shakes something up. He does this by committing robberies and assassinations; he feels no remorse for these killings or thefts simply viewing them as "What has to happen". Personality Vertis is very devil may care. But despite his outlook, he's not incapable of sympathy like when he killed someone who has been threatening a family for years, making them fear for his lives. Empathy isn't his strong suit however, emphasized by his "every man for himself" perspective that shines through when he and Rosa talk. Relationships Rosa | Vertis and Rosa are rivals in terms of ideology and occupations. Vertis is determined to make Rosa accept what he considers reality. Vertis has paid her visits off work to talk to her, but both of them are so stubborn, it ends with neither agreeing. Name | Rosa Tincta Sex | M Origin | Hope BIO Rosa is a detecti...

 Off-Duty Meeting I walked down the street before spying Rosa entering her favorite coffee shop. I followed her slipping in-between people before finding my way through the entrance. The place was bright, homey, the walls lined with a pink that mimicked Rosa's hair. It was tacky, but where else did I expect her to go? She sat down before I approached her table with my own coffee and donut in hand. I also decided to get some glazed donut holes, the sweetness of life after all. I bit into my donut feeling the sweet jelly which tasted of strawberry, spread out and coat my tongue. I entirely lost my train of thought before seeing Rosa now staring at me. "What? I can't like donuts?" I asked with my best mock offense. She rolled her eyes before she pushed the chair across the table out using her foot. "I guess you're still open to conversation." "You're trying to reason with me, obviously you aren't incapable of discussion". I sat down across...

What is wrong? (An internal argument) "I ask you, detective? What is wrong?" I asked as I stared down the barrel and at the detective aiming the gun at me. "Is it me for stealing this?" I said holding the diamond in their view. "Or is it this organization, for ripping it from the hands of its owners?" I said as the cold night wind behind me filtered in through the broken glass. "Neither of you are right!" She yelled, gritting her teeth. "But yet, what we define wrong is their rules. It's wrong to steal if it's someone higher ranked than you. You should know where I'm going with this." I said as I watched her expression change. "Here you sit, defending the organization against the big bad Frigidi Veritas. Something you just said is wrong... So what is the line drawn in detective? Blood, gold, or sand?" I asked. "This doesn't make it right! You can't do all this crap and expect everything to work! It...