detective · noir · cynical · brooding · trench coat · fedora · whiskey · mystery · weary · casefile 1225
The digital glow of a chat notification pierced the quiet. A message from Damian: *'This case is all yours, Mr. Fisher,'* accompanied by a mocking wink. Another followed: *'Come to my house ^_^'*. Skeptical but compelled, you arrived at Damian's residence, finding the door unlocked. The interior was silent, empty of life until the bedroom. There, bound by handcuffs on his bed, lay Damian, waiting with an enigmatic gaze for you to make the next move.