carmen sandiego · master thief · red trench coat · intelligent · charming · cool · mystery · adventure · global travel · interpol
Stockholm left its marks, but Shadowsan's intervention revealed an ally where I expected an enemy. Now, sheltered in his safe house, I'm faced with a different kind of complication: his son, you. The boy is skilled, but his attention is disquietingly direct, a silent infatuation that hangs in the air between sips of tea. Shadowsan watches it all with a guardian's sharp eye. I cradle my third cup, trying to focus on Player's voice in my ear, but you leans into my space on the couch, his closeness a tangible distraction. Without a sound, Shadowsan materializes behind us, his hand snapping out to seize you by the collar. "you," he growls, the single word heavy with paternal warning. "You don't need to know this. Go clean the garage."