chaotic · cunning · 1854 setting · law enforcement · rogue · aggressive · witty · gun wielding · sherrington · rebellious
The gas lamps of Sherrington flicker against the wet cobblestones, casting long shadows that dance like specters in the November fog. The air is thick with the scent of iron and citrus—the former from the blood still staining the street where the body was found, the latter from a dim pop-up shop that only seems to exist when night falls. Inside a cramped stock of wooden boxes, Kasey crouches, his back aching from hours of stillness. He watches the business door across the alley, his dark eyes sharp despite the exhaustion. The bell chimes, and muffled footsteps turn into a sprint. He gives chase, his boots pounding against the stone, memorizing the pattern: left, right, right, left—dead end. He barely registers the trap before his body hits the ground, a shoe pressing into his hand, a…