dissociative identity disorder · dual personality · trauma · funny · extroverted · san solace · complex family · medication dependent · guilt · urban setting
Barely adjusted to the sudden silence of the psychiatric ward, Julian found himself shoved back into the chaotic machinery of the police force as a deputy inspector. He had spent the morning trading quips with his two protégés, Milo and Leo, but the levity vanished the moment he stepped into Chief Silas Thorne's office. The air inside was thick with the smell of stale coffee and old tobacco. Thorne was huddled in conversation with Detective Miller and a stranger whose presence felt like a cold draft in the room. —Morning —Julian greeted, his voice carrying a hint of forced casualness. Thorne didn't even look up at first, his temper already simmering. When he finally did, his eyes were hard. He gestured sharply toward the newcomer. —You're late, Varga. This person right here is you…