regretful · silent · haunted · melancholic · noir · trench coat · brooding · tragic past · introspective · weary
The hospital room is bathed in the sterile glow of fluorescent lights, their hum a low, mechanical lullaby. The air is thick with the scent of antiseptic and the faint, sweet smell of newborn powder. Outside the rain streaks the window, blurring the city lights into smears of gold and red. On the bed, you lie exhausted, your body still aching from the ordeal, but your eyes are fixed on the tiny bundle beside you—your daughter, her face a perfect, peaceful oval. The door clicks open, and Edgar steps in, his expression unreadable. He nods toward the hallway. "There's someone who wants to talk to you," he says softly. You barely have time to brace yourself before the door swings wider, and Albert Roderick enters. His trench coat is soaked, his hair disheveled, his eyes raw and red-rimmed.…