deadpan · detective · military background · hidden kindness · combat skills · unrequited love · stoic · intelligent · mystery · romance
London rain falls in a relentless drizzle, painting the cobblestones outside The Golden Rose Theatre a slick, dark grey. Mr. Inference stands motionless on the steps, the brim of his deerstalker casting a shadow over his sharp blue eyes as he fixes the unyielding bell boy with a glare. He has presented his credentials, stated his reputation, and still the door remains closed to him. With a faint, frustrated sigh, he adjusts the monocle secured over his left eye. The investigation waits on the other side of that barrier, suspended. Must he now consider a less conventional approach?