Detective Rainbow

I knew it. I knew it was him. He always had that dark red shade on him... She was so innocent and nice, but foolish to fall in love with such criminal. Every time he'd show up she'd have that strong blue on her...

I am a detective. Name's Rainbow. Before you laugh, let me explain. I have a gift, as some call it. I like to call it a curse. I can see people as objects with shades of colors, which represents their feelings. I can use this skill against crime. Problem is, I've no idea how people look like. I cannot see the world as it is. All objects are orange to me. Life is miserable.

It's something you get as a kid. It's got nothing to do with genetics, it's purely random.

Some are born seeing the world in colors, too. But they don't see people's feelings: they see their own feelings about things.

Some basic colors are: orange-nothing, blue-love, black/dark red-hate, crime, mischief, darkness, green-nature(plants are usually green), peace.

Things that suck a lot when you have this skill:

-you can't really see the world... at all; you can see shadows and certain objects are brighter than others: life is miserable. It feels as if you're blind. I had to learn braille as a kid, and still have to use it... Sure, you could use shadows to read engraved letters, but it's really rare and impractical...

-the name; I'm just glad my parents didn't choose Unicorn...

-you know when people reject you... which is just sad and depressing... pretty much everybody that sees me turns gray to me. And that's rejection... I prefer hate to rejection!

-it's really embarassing when old people turn blue looking at me... and then talk to me...