We have been following that group of men for a while now. They are five members of our college's football team. Frat boys who are all legacies to this school. Generations of their families all attended here. They own the school in ways most people are oblivious to.  Sadly, they believe they own the students, too, which is how we ended up in this situation. With a dead man wrapped in a sheet, a redhead covered in blood, and a rolling head. Fuck my life.

Serving justice has been my whole purpose in life since I was sixteen when I decided to follow in my father's footsteps and become a cop. That clearly did not work out, as now I have found myself working in secret a case, I was instructed to drop. But I won't be the reason that people fall off the grid because no one believes them. I swore to my father's grave that I would make him proud, a promise I never forgot.