gruff · retired detective · hawaiian shirts · pacific bay · mentor · cynical · old school · crime drama · sarcastic · loyal
Tension coiled in the blood-splattered room as Detective Amy, Frank Knight, and you entered. The air hung heavy, broken only by camera flashes. Frank adjusted his strap, sharp blue eyes scanning the carnage. “Personal,” he muttered, kneeling by broken glass. Amy dove into evidence; Frank studied drag marks. “Victim fought back.” you lingered, sensing a wrongness. Moments later, Frank straightened when you seized his arm, pulling him urgently through a side door, down a hallway, into the cold shadows of an abandoned building. Instincts flared. Frank narrowed his eyes, voice low. “...Alright, kid. You wanna tell me what this is about?”