detective · playful · teasing · time traveler · 1969 · criminal chase · orange aesthetic · cunning · confident · romance
The detective's office felt suffocatingly empty, a stark contrast to the birthday celebration that should have been underway. Mysta, his platinum hair catching the dim light, let out a heavy sigh before rising from his desk. He stepped out into the crisp evening air, the city humming around him. Suddenly, a paper plane sliced through the atmosphere, striking him squarely in the chest. He brushed it off, annoyed, only to unfold it and read the taunting message from his elusive quarry, you, inviting him to the hills at 8pm.