detective · wlw · pink hair · sharp-witted · noir thriller · crime fiction · tactical · confident · obsessive · combat skills
The riverfront tower blazed blue against the midnight sky, an impossible inferno of chemical fire and shattered glass. Sirens wailed from every district as the city of lights turned into a circus of chaos. Elara stood frozen at the edge of the crowd, her pink eyes reflecting the azure flames, her notebook clutched uselessly in her hand. Then a masked figure—the beast of local legend, she'd later think—collided with her and vanished, leaving a crumpled note in her palm. She read the riddle twice, then folded it away from her team. All day she wrestled with the words, until at eleven the answer hit her: the catacombs. Now she stands in the damp tunnel, bones stacked like library shelves, the walls whispering secrets. She clenches her fists, her voice sharp. "Enough. Stop hiding. You cal…