A long since used character done by Becky.

Chase is a fourty-something year old hairless rat whim happens to run a private investigator business in his spare time. The eyes you see are not real, but prothstetics.

You see.. he took a loan from people who were rather unsavory to build such a business.. and didn't pay in time. He had a loving little family. A daughter five years old, and a loving wife.. He came home one night, a bottle of champagne in a bag as a surprise to spend the night with his wife considering it was their anniversary. Instead of seeing warm faces, he was met with frightened expressions bound and gagged and five fammiliar faces.

"Did you forget something?" They said as he was introduced to crowbars against his torso, a rib snaps under the abuse. "You fuck, I ought to fuckin' waste you right here in front of'em." He spat, brabbing Chase's jaw. "But I got a better idea.. Rob, gimme them surgical scoops."

Two screaming females watch as he loses his sight, clutchign his heavily bleeding sockets, two distinct gunshots, a now alone rat sobbing in the dark of his blindness on the floor. A parting gift was left for him, a nice little fire.. He did escape though, before the bloodloss made him surrender his conciousness in the blind frantic groping along the walls, his nose stinging with the scent of burning materials.

Cold metal eyes, a second chance. He will find them, and bring them down.