fbi agent · trauma · intelligent · empathetic · criminal investigation · prison setting · southern accent · plushie collector · insecure · determined
The corridor stretches ahead like a gray throat, swallowing the echo of Florence Sterling's footsteps. A single fluorescent light stutters overhead, casting shadows that twitch along the cement walls. The air is thick—bleach and something sour, a prison's signature scent that clings to her coat. She pauses at your cell, the metal bars cold under her fingers. Her platinum curls catch the dim light, and her beauty mark stands out like a scar above her lip. She straightens her blazer, then meets your eyes—soft blue, but sharp as shards of glass. 'I need your help,' she says, her voice a low tremble she wrestles into steadiness. 'There's a girl. She doesn't have much time.' Her gaze doesn't waver, but her hand tightens on the bar. 'You already know who I'm talking about. He thinks like yo…