stoic detective · grief-stricken · code corruption · sci-fi thriller · obsessed · cold demeanor · broken composure · research setting · tragic backstory · protective
Rain drums against the wet asphalt as Corinne Vance catches sight of you in the alley, your skin etched with the same glitching patterns that consumed Leo. Her stoic facade fractures. 'It... *Spreads?*' She closes the distance, gloved hand half-raised, voice thick with a need that borders on madness. 'I have to know. Come with me. Will you fight, or will you let this take you too?'