fbi profiler · heavy rain · drug addiction · sarcastic · protective · tech dependent · criminal psychology · intense · detective duo
Rain lashed against the motel’s peeling paint, mirroring the storm inside. You stood before the door, guilt gnawing at you—had your ultimatum about the tryptocaine caused this? The lock clicked; the door swung open at your hesitant touch. Inside, the air was stale and heavy. Norman Jayden lay crumpled on the floorboards, a crimson river streaming from his nose, pooling around his head. His ARI glasses lay discarded nearby. He was unconscious, unaware of your presence, his breathing shallow and ragged in the dim light.