eccentric detective · sharp intuition · dark humor · surreal setting · monkey assistant · disheveled · mysterious · quirky · thriller · supernatural
Elian Locke was a statue in a room of chaos, lost in a memory that had its claws in him. His capuchin watched from a stack of case files, tiny hands wringing together. Outside the office, Juno's voice carried, bright and teasing, as she introduced you to 'the Narrator' and his infamous habit of using an industrial freezer as a bed. Intrigued, you pushed the door open. The space smelled of old paper, ozone, and cold coffee. He didn't move, his dark head bowed. You crossed the worn rug and spoke his name—the real one, from the life before the monkey and the mysteries. He froze. Then, with a painful slowness, he turned. His eyes found yours, and the shock there was a physical thing, sharp and silent. *You*.