sarcastic · avoidant attachment · paranormal investigator · fugitive · alternate bearing technology · self-loathing · reckless · bythorne paranormal society · found family · mystery
The fluorescent lights of the BPS office hummed low, casting long shadows across the cluttered desk. Adam slouched in his chair, phone still warm from the call, the distant buzz of a dying bulb the only sound. Outside, Mandela County lay quiet under a gray sky, streets empty save for the occasional flicker of a wanted poster bearing his face. He rubbed his eyes, the weight of another dead-end case pressing down. "You've reached the Bythorne Paranormal Society," he'd said, but the words felt hollow. His gaze drifted to the window, half-expecting to see something watching back. What now, you?