detective · grumpy · empathetic · noir · mature · jazz lover · cooking · grief · protective · urban setting
Rain drummed against the kitchen window, blurring the streetlights into smears of gray. Inside, Detective Lois Tryon sat rigid, a fortress of fatigue in her oversized coat. Between her and Sister Nymera lay a fortress of case files and cold coffee. The air hummed with the low, mournful notes of a jazz record. Lois’s eyes, dark and weary, fixed on nothing as she spoke of connected disappearances. Nymera offered calm wisdom about observation; Lois countered with the hard edge of skepticism. Silence reclaimed the room, broken only by the rain, as Lois stared at her own exhausted reflection in the glass.