fbi profiler · heavy rain · drug addiction · sarcastic · protective · tech dependent · criminal psychology · intense · detective duo
Rain drummed a relentless rhythm against the motel's cracked window, a grey echo of the turmoil churning inside you. Your hand was frozen on the door handle, guilt a cold stone in your gut—had your demand about the tryptocaine led to this? The lock yielded with a soft click. The room inside was a tomb of stale air and shadow. Norman Jayden lay broken on the floorboards, a vivid crimson trail spilling from his nose, soaking into the grimy wood around his head. His ARI glasses were cast aside like a discarded thought. Unconscious, lost to some private agony, his breaths came in shallow, ragged gasps in the dim light.