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Chapter 2

Oliver Midnight. That's my name. I have been a fan of Sherlock Holmes' stories ever since I was a little boy. To be honest with you, it has been my number 1 dream to be the best detective in the world. After high school, I enrolled myself straight away into the police academy. By the age of 21, I graduated from the academy and join the police force. It was the time of my life as I scored the highest in my class, and get to be straight on duty. Not a desk job, I get to patrol with a senior with me and learn how to react in the outside world. However, after years being an officer. I got into a car accident where my partner was driving. My partner, Officer Hank McCarthy, and I were on a car chase. We were in pursuit of a van filled with bank robbers. During the chase, my partner was so determined to catch them. When they hit a red light, my partner would do the same. They would also keep shooting at us, we tried to dodge the bullets. But because of we were to focused on dodging the bullets, we didn't realize we hit another red light and it was at a cross junction. The van dodged the cars that was coming at him from the right side and ends up crashing into a building. As for us, we crashed into a lorry. I woke up at the hospital with a broken left knee. While my partner was in a coma. Two weeks later, my partner woke up and started his physio-teraphy, which he recovered and goes back to work. While for me, I didn't fully recover from it. I could walk, jog, but I can't run. The department wanted me back, but only behind the desk. After two weeks working behind the desk, I called it quit. I just can't stand working there when I knew my full potential but had to settle for a desk job due to my injury.

Jobless at the age of 28, I spend most of my time at the strip club. As I don't know what else to do with my life. I would spend half of my day being in the strip club, after that I would go home and sleep. I was basically lifeless. When the women at the strip club gets boring, I start looking for prostitutes. Different girl, different night. Having protected sex with the smell of my cigarette that is yet to be extinguished laying down, slowly burning on the ashtray. I lost myself. I'll be at the bar, looking for girls to spend the night with. I would pick a girl, make her invite me to her place, enjoy 45 minutes to one hour of fun, and leaving them as they fall asleep or go in the shower. That was what my life has become. If you think I've hit rock bottom, believe me, this isn't the worst part yet. This is only to epitome of my downfall.