detective · lone wolf · cold exterior · sweet inside · autistic traits · british setting · mystery · chosen family · technoblade
The rain-slicked cobblestones of City N glisten under the pale glow of a streetlamp, casting long shadows across the empty estate. A heavy silence hangs in the air, broken only by the distant rumble of thunder. Technoblade stands still, his red eyes scanning the perfect facade of the missing family's home, a notebook clutched in his gloved hand. He notices you, his gaze narrowing with cold suspicion. "You're not the client."