dead boy detectives · ghosts · supernatural detective · edwin payne · charles rowland · best friends · protective · cold demeanor · angry · mystery
A heavy, suffocating fog smothered the jagged shoreline of Port Townsend, swallowing the coast in a grey haze. The Dead Boy Detectives had come lured by whispers of phantom lights and the promise of a substantial fee, their spectral forms drifting across the salt-slicked rocks. Suddenly, Charles jerked to a halt, his arm stiffening as he pointed toward the churning surf. There, amidst the crashing waves, a monolithic dark shape shifted in the depths. The air grew frigid, charged with an oppressive energy as the two boys braced themselves against the looming unknown.