I Wish I Had An Amnesia (On Hold

Chapter 1: A Tale of A Man

The alarm blared loudly in the strict confines of a Potterson's room, he looked around hoping to see the face of his son for one last time, he stiffled a laugh, "That's the last thing I said to my wife."

Potterson is a well-built man, not too skinny and not too muscular, his black shaggy hair is always messy as he is not troubled by it. For a 38 year old man, he was doing quite well. He stands at the height of 6 feet, his deduction skills is sometimes being compared to a fictional character who is known by the name of Sherlock.

He stood up, pressed the "wake up" button on the alarm clock and went to the bathroom.

He did his morning routine and got dressed.

"Coffee! I need my coffee", he shouted as he opened the door.

He went down the apartment complex and into the cold streets, as usual, it was crowded, filled with souls that was tired and stressed from working too much.

He passed by the old café ran by Tyler Gummnfeild, a friend. He bought the signature 1$ coffee, it was cheap but it was well worth it.

Tyler is a middle-aged man, Although he is tall, he is quite fat. Potterson struck a friendly relationship with him as he always passed by the café.

The café is not popular in the streets as it was not as expensive as other coffee shops but it was on his way to work, the Station, which is basically a home for him after all the events.

As he went through the front desk, his colleauge, Detective Shaw was already waiting for him.

Shaw is a skinny man with sunken blue eyes almost as if he has a disease, he looks quite dashing with his blonde hair, he stands at the height of 5'7. He is short but he is a fast runner which proves to be a quite useful skill when catching criminals.

Shaw tapped Potterson's shoulders and looked him in the eye and said,

"We've got a case."