One day I was called about murder in a parking lot under skyscraper. When I came, I instantly saw the corpse. And intern. Cause of death: stabbing wound, by a polearm most likely. Another lead was... a pile of shit. Literally. Next two floors I saw another lots of corpses as if I came too late along with broken doors. Then another pile of shit. Then I heard a pairs of hooves coming fast. I managed to defend myself, in process killing what turned out to be a pony and thus throwing down the murderer. It was... a Superknight. And I thought I destroyed all of those jerks long ago... strangely enough, I noticed that the murderer was a teen so young he didn’t have a facial. As I scanned, something even weirder came up. That brat had genetic materials of Michaela, Gawain and... me!? I didn’t even... well, since I am the second father and third parent, its as always good time to puke out all the steak of bullshits they fed him with all the time... then there came a soup. Lots of soup...