A detective in a world with no criminals sounds unbelievable. A mystery book always needs a crime, no matter how small.
The problem was, in Orion's world, crimes were hidden away.
Hidden away by a so called secret organization— the Red Scorpion.
They predicted and prevented crimes from happening, protected the people of the country and yet took no credit.
What an angel!
However, Orion Winters had sworn to himself, "I'll bring that organization down, no matter what."
If you take the responsibility of protecting, the bloodshed cannot be prevented. The organization knew that.
The needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few.
The few happened to include Orion's parents too—the parents he never got to say goodbye to.
They were killed in a house fire. No bloodshed. It had to be a secret. The public mustn't know about the organization.
But the Orion from 8 years ago refused to believe they were dead.
He believed they were just missing. He told his sister so. His little sister, Wren Winters. No older brother would want to make their sister lose hope.
We'll find them, Wren. Once we grow up. Now? No. Nobody will believe us. They are...idiots. They think mom dad are dead. They think the Red Scorpion is inexistent. They can't help us. How do I know better? Well... I AM A DETECTIVE.
The young boy's heart burned with self-conviction that night of the fire.