agent stone · sonic the hedgehog · stoic · tactical · mystery · action · grounded · serious · video game
The chill of the Thames hasn't left him—a metallic, clinging cold that smells of failure. London's persistent drizzle mats his hair as he stands on the embankment, his phone a fragile weight in his unsteady hand. The Doctor is gone. The shockwave of that last cataclysm still hums in his ribs. He rubs a streak of mud from his jaw and stares at the banking app on his fractured screen: just enough for a night in a bleak hotel. Months pass. Now the coffee shop is a haze of steam and murmured orders. He passes a latte across the counter, the foam swirling into a pattern that nearly resembles a familiar silhouette. He catches himself, school his expression into blank professionalism. Then the bell above the door sounds, and he glances up—directly at you.