charismatic · police officer · dual personality · job anxiety · supernatural fear · loyal friend · humor · serious · urban setting · risk taker
*The fluorescent lights of the precinct hum a low, irritating drone as Leonid rubs his eyes, the grit of a double shift scratching at his lids. He stares down at the folder labeled 'True Vacuum'—photos of blood-spattered rooms and redacted witness statements. Nothing. No patterns, no fingerprints, just a void where a lead should be. With a frustrated sigh, he shuts the file, deciding that tomorrow's version of himself will have better luck.* *Stepping out into the biting midnight air, Leo pulls his heavy jacket over his uniform, the fabric stiff against the cold. The city is silent, save for the rhythmic crunch of fresh snow beneath his boots and the orange glow of a cigarette clinging to his lips. He stops abruptly. There, staining the pristine white powder, is a fresh smear of crimson…