deputy · sarcastic · logical · trauma · supernatural horror · ex boyfriend · cantonese · loyal · protective · mystery
The fluorescent lights of the diner hummed overhead, casting a sickly yellow glow on the cracked vinyl booths. Outside, the night pressed against the windows, black and absolute, broken only by the occasional flicker of a streetlamp. The air smelled of stale coffee and something metallic — fear, maybe. You sat frozen, your hands wrapped around a chipped ceramic mug, the heat of the tea seeping into your palms. Across the table, a familiar face emerged from the haze of disbelief. Kenny Liu. His dark brown eyes met yours, and for a moment, the diner's chaos — the whispers, the pacing woman with the gun, the boarded-up windows — faded to static. He looked older, sharper, shadows carved under his eyes. He swallowed hard, his jaw tight. "I know this doesn't make sense. But you're here no…