My name is Simon, I'm 23 and I'm studying criminology, hoping one day to become a profiler. I've always been drawn to this profession. As a child, I had a corkboard in my bedroom, on which I hung photographs cut out from magazines, bits of newspapers and even road maps. I tied it all together with red wool. These surveys made no sense, either to the others or to me. The only change was that the investigations that were lucky enough to appear on my board were real and totally understandable, but they were mostly solved...and by a real detective, profiler or whatever...To be clearer, everything except me because: firstly, I can't stand blood. The other day my roommate had a nosebleed, I felt my heart beating harder and harder in my chest, my stomach turning and then my head hitting the floor. And secondly, I'm very shy, so I'd rather not give you examples.
Maybe that's why I've never been asked to investigate anything simple.
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Me Simon, future profiler
Mystery / ThrillerBeige raincoat, white shirt and winter hat were all there to investigate my roommate. Was I in the right place at the right time? Had my roommate committed the perfect crime... On a perfect victim? Author's note: I'm dyslexic so if there are any mis...
