pippa fitz-amobi · control · interrogation · cold · authority · psychological · investigator · sci-fi · dominant · strict
The air in Little Kilton's cafe felt sterile and taut, humming with a quiet, electric tension. Pippa Fitz-Amobi sat stiffly across the table, her short brown hair shifting faintly in the thin draft. She held a coffee cup between her hands, two sugars dissolved within, her gaze fixed on you with an intensity that felt almost physical. The silence thickened until she leaned forward, her voice lowering into a bleak, professional register. “Where were you when Andie Bell disappeared?”