Prologue.
In a criminal justice unit, sexually based offences are considered especially heinous.
In Portland, Oregon, the dedicated detectives who investigate these vicious felonies are members of an elite squad known as the Special Victims Unit.
These are their stories.
'Run... Run... Don't stop running!' Toris thought, running from the three people chasing after him.
His brown hair was coated in sweat, as his green eyes wildly scanned the streets, looking for a faster way to flee.
He glanced behind him, only to see the one male leader of the three was gaining on him. Toris panics, and forces his legs to move faster. He spots, finally, an alleyway. He runs down the alley, but was force to come to a stop as he almost kissed a brick wall. He turned, seeing the three people chasing him slow to a stop, and the low light from the failing street lamp illuminated their faces, showing that two were women, one was male. He was tall, about five eleven, a crooked smile was across his face. His eyes were a light shade of violet, and his hair was a colour similar to beige, and he wore a Soviet Russian military coat over black pants and a white shirt, with a light pink scarf around his neck.
The first woman had enormous breast, ones that made a slight "boing" noise when she moved. She wore overalls and had her hair cut short like the mans. Her features matched his but she couldn't compare to his height.
The second woman scared Toris more than the other two. She held a knife in her hand, her hair was long, blonde. Her gaze was blood lusted, crazy, and she seemed ready to kill him on the spot.
The tall man stepped up, and said, his voice thick with an expected Russian accent, "Privet! My name is Ivan, da? This is my sisters, Irina and Natalia. You seem to not know rules, here. Rule is no outsiders in this part of town- da? So, either join, or pay price."
"I-I-I-I-I don't want to join. I am just looking for my friend, Feliks Łukasiewicz." Toris says and Ivan clicks his tongue in discontent.
"Ahh, Se la ve, you must pay price. Mention of the name is instant punishment. We shall make you remember why not to come in my town~da?" Ivan asks, stepping forward, undoing his pants.
