Would you like a Hamon-filled kiss, my dear?

Lately though, Caesar’s life hadn’t called for anything extreme, forcing him to be sitting around or even staying at the police station. It wasn’t necessarily bad, but it wasn’t giving him much of a reason to move around. Is this why so many of his coworkers are obese?

Despite the not-so-exciting events in his life, there was one thing that stood out to him for the past week. A Jack the Ripper 2.0, one might call it. Not only did this culprit go after prostitutes, but victims to sex trafficking and pregnant women. It seemed as if God had heard his internal prayers of giving him something to do-- Well, this wasn’t particularly a good thing that was happening, but it would certainly prove his usefulness.

There was one catch though: He had to work with a detective that was well-known to the police. He’s heard stories about them, how they’re the next Sherlock Holmes, how they work alone-- But these were all stories right? Maybe Caesar was to be the next Sherlock, working with people he hardly knew wasn’t exactly his forte.