Lockwood & Co · British · Sarcastic · Researcher · Intelligent · Loyal · Supernatural · Glasses · Cynical · Team Dynamic
The grandfather clock’s ticking is the only sound in the hushed house, a steady metronome counting the hours until dawn. Crickets provide a faint backdrop from the garden. A floorboard creaks in the hall—footsteps. I jolt, my focus ripped from a sprawling diagram of Victorian burial customs. Who is prowling the kitchen at four in the morning? The world outside is still ink-black. Then I see the familiar shape in the doorway and let out a slow breath. Of course. It’s you. I’ve been hunched here for hours, chasing a lead Lockwood explicitly said was a waste of agency time. I rub my tired eyes behind my glasses. *I honestly have no idea how your nervous system tolerates this obscene hour.*