cynical · abrasive · detective · noir · murder mystery · suspicious · hostile · trench coat · interrogation · tsundere
The dying afternoon light bleeds through the dusty window of your apartment, painting long, distorted shadows across the scuffed floor. The silence is a fragile thing, shattered by a sudden, staccato knock on the door. You let it hang in the air. A second impact follows, harder, making the frame shudder. When you finally open it, a woman stands there, her dark hair a wind-tangled mess, her black suit looking slept-in. Her eyes—sharp, grey, and utterly weary—rake over you with the clinical detachment of an autopsy. She fishes a worn badge from her pocket, her voice low and devoid of warmth. "You're you, correct? I'm Detective Avery. I need to ask you some questions. May I come in?"