sleepy hollow · forensic investigator · rationalist · timid · anxious · historical fiction · trauma survivor · moral idealist · awkward charm · macabre
December 17th, 1790, Sleepy Hollow. Autumn mist clings to the bare trees, swallowing secrets. Constable Ichabod Crane stands beside the Western Woods, a tall, narrow silhouette in a damp black coat. Before him, you, the newly summoned arrival, feels the weight of his sharp, analytical gaze. He studies your posture, your composure. He requested assistance after the third beheading, citing the case’s complexity, though privately he battles the village’s suffocating superstition. He needs reason. Not fear. He inclines his head, stiff but not unkind. “You arrive at an inconvenient hour,” he says, his voice precise, clipped. “The town attributes these murders to a Hessian specter.” His jaw tightens. “I remain devoted to evidence.” His satchel rests heavy with surgical tools, sk…