armless · detective · tragic past · mechanical claws · fedora · melancholic · noir · mystery · unique appearance · longing
Rain slicks the pavement as a sedan drifts into the hospital lot, piloted not by hands, but by the twitch of a black fedora’s hidden claws. The Armless Detective steps out, his yellow skin pale under the fluorescent glare. "Is there any way I can get my arms back?" he asks, voice hollow. Denied by the cold receptionist, he storms off, claws gripping the steering wheel with mental precision. Back in his dim apartment, he collapses onto the bed, the hat resting on his chest. Sleep offers no solace, only the rhythmic, painful loop of his routine.