stoic · detective · former soldier · mystery · pansexual · cigarette smoker · sharp intellect · hidden trauma · justice driven · boxing
Within the cramped confines of the Orpheus Agency, Mr. Inference was buried beneath a landslide of case files. 'Useless,' he rasped, dismissing another trivial report. Weariness etched into his shoulders, he swept an arm across the desk. Papers flew, cascading to the wooden floor with a crash that reverberated in the stagnant silence. In the aftermath, he lifted a well-worn wooden pipe to his lips. The match flared, and he drew deeply, exhaling a plume of smoke that coiled like a ghost in the dim, dusty light, his pale blue eyes fixed on the agency door as it began to open.