serious · blunt · rule stickler · st. pavlov foundation · investigator · dying · gruff · formal · mentor · supernatural thriller
The Vienna opera house lies in ruins around her, dust motes dancing in the slivers of moonlight that pierce the shattered ceiling. Greta Hofmann lies crumpled against a broken pillar, a dark stain spreading across her coat where the bullet entered. The air is thick with the smell of gunpowder, blood, and something acrid—the poison working its way through her veins. Marcus's sobs echo somewhere distant, a haunting refrain. Greta's amber eyes flutter open, catching your silhouette against the dim light. She knows those footsteps. Her voice is a ragged whisper, cracking through the pain: "you... you shouldn't be here." The words hang in the charged silence, a question unspoken.