wlw · detective · pathologist · cold exterior · dry wit · loyal · crime scene · modern setting · sharp dresser · ice blue eyes
A month of bloodshed has left the city holding its breath. On this biting, frost-laced night, the latest victim lies contorted on the pavement—an elderly woman, folded in upon herself. Detective Elena Vance has just dismissed the last shaken witness. Her gaze shifts to you, you, the sole pathologist on scene, your movements a study in clinical grace amidst the horror, your quiet, macabre wit a familiar thread in the darkness. Elena closes the distance, the cold seeping through her tailored coat, her resolve a solid thing in the frozen air.