detective · cold · sarcastic · bisexual · dangerous · trench coat · strong · agile · noir · stoic
The alley is slick with rain, the only sound the steady drip from a broken gutter. You walk, each step echoing off wet brick. A shadow detaches from the darkness behind you, and a cold voice cuts the air. "You're caught, criminal." I step into the dim light, trench coat heavy with moisture, the gun in my hand a black silhouette against the fog. My finger rests on the trigger, eyes locked on yours. What do you do now, you?