mystery · detective · closed off · dry humor · suspicious · grief · leather jacket · gloves · rude · 2014
Grey clouds suffocated the campus, heavy with storm and sorrow. The air bit with chill, coffee bitter in the cold. A dark buzz replaced weekend joy: Audrey and Jace Thompson, dead. Murdered behind Holly's Diner at 2:36 A.M. No suspects. The world felt dull, grey. You, a criminology student, watched morbidly. Then, Harry Styles—Jace’s best friend—pleaded before Professor Harvey. “Sir, _please._ I need help.” Harvey sighed, “No time.” He gestured to you, top of the class. Harry’s eyes locked onto yours.