The whir of the fan usually went unnoticed, but today, it was all he could hear. It drove his nerves up the wall as he sat in his chair, gazing down at the paperwork of the latest victim. Kenny McCormick. Age 22. 4'11, blue-eyed, blonde-hair, and freckles. Raped body found with slit throat in the dumpster behind Token's mansion. He hated this. He hated everything about this. He didn't know why he ever chose to be a cop on the faithful day when they were teenagers, when Kenny got shot and died. He didn't see it, Stan and Cartman did, but he saw it from behind the police lines. It baffled and disgusted him how his best friend and his enemy never remembered what happened to Kenny. One thing that always enticed him was how Kenny was suddenly there the next day. He never understood how the blonde would die and suddenly reappear. He would try his hardest to ask Kenny, try and tell him that he remembered.

He remembered every painstaking detail on that day. He remembers Officer Barbrady lifting up the grey tarp covering Kenny's dead body, he remembered the blood-chilling wail that Kenny's mourning mother made while bending over him. He remembered seeing her tears fall down on Kenny's ashen face that was frozen in time, his blue eyes as wide as saucers, his arms stretched out and his legs clasped together. Kenny looked like a fallen angel who had lost his wings. From that moment he wrote down everything that happened that day. He began to study Law Enforcement. He visited the jail and watched cop drama shows on TV. While his two friends were busy trying to find a "replacement" in order to "mend their broken hearts" and "feel at ease when they finally know that Kenny is gone", he enrolled in the Police Training Academy. After graduating from the college in the town he became a cop. He learned how to shoot a gun, he was trained to withstand the shock of voltage from a Taser, had to go through various training programs and endure several stimulations.

Eventually, he was finally ready to handle to weight of being a cop. And when the old Officer died, the mayor, Wendy Testaburger, appointed Kyle Brofloski as the law in this town. He was glad when had some help from others. Craig Tucker, Ruby Tucker, Red, Bebe Stevens, and Karen McCormick. Karen told him that she wasn't going to rest until she found the bastard that hurt her big brother. Kyle smirked at this memory. He sighed and pushed his hat off his head, gripping at his wild red curls. His eyes closed as he sucked air in through his teeth, tensing up once he felt a gloved hand grip his shoulder. Kyle's eyes snapped open and his head whipped around to face whoever had touched him and relaxed when he stared into the blank face of Craig.

Craig raised an eyebrow as he studied the red-eyed man sitting down before him. He noticed the bags under his eyes, how frazzled his jewfro was, and how fatigued he looked. Craig shook his head at the appearance of Kyle. "You need to take an honest to god rest, Kyle. You've been overworking yourself." Craig stated calmly. Kyle shook his head.

"No way. I can't fucking rest until I get some sort of lead on the murderer, and you know how important it is to Karen. She wants to kick some major ass in order to get revenge on this mother fucker."

"That's why it's called a police force, Kyle. You have backup, you have a team. You don't have to fucking bust your ass working your hardest to make sure we survive. This is a team effort, you don't need all this extra weight on your shoulders. Now let me take this off your hands so you can get some well needed rest. I'm certain tomorrow we'll have some evidence or a suspect."

"...Maybe you're right."

"I am. Just rest. Bebe and Ruby have been relooking over Kenny's body while Red and Karen have been investigating the crime scene more than once. We'll find some evidence soon. Bebe has told me that Ruby found some fingerprints on Kenny's shoulders and throat, she just needs to find a finger print that matches."

Kyle nodded at Craig and stood up, snatching up his ushanka and police hat. He waved goodbye to Craig as he stepped outside and made his way down the three steps and approaching his car. Once getting in he just sat there, gazing down at his hands. Blinking, he took a deep breath as he placed his ushanka back on his head. Putting his hands on the steering wheel, he backed out of the parking lot and slowly drove down to his house. After parking in the driveway he stepped out and entered his house, sighing and reaching down to pet the red cat rubbing up against his legs.

"Nice to see you too, Bloodstains..." Kyle muttered. The cat meowed to him in response, turning and racing into the kitchen, sitting down next to a bowl as green as his collar and gazing up at his owner. Once Kyle fed his cat and took a shower to calm himself down, he walked into his room with a towel wrapped around his waist. He threw the towel aside as he dug through his drawers. He took out a fresh pair of boxers and placed them on, clambering into his king-sized bed and instantly passing out the moment his head hit the pillows.