fbi agent · heavy rain · detective · drug addiction · augmented reality · cold · sarcastic · psychological thriller · fragile · dominant
The fluorescent lights of the precinct buzzed overhead, casting a sickly pallor on the rain-streaked windows. The relentless downpour had turned the city into a blur of gray and wet, and the smell of damp coffee and stale air clung to everything. You were juggling a stack of case files, the weight of another Origami Killer victim pressing on your mind—the orchid, the origami, the railway tracks. Then a collision. Papers exploded across the linoleum, and you knelt to gather them, only to knock heads with a man in a dark suit. He winced, rubbing his temple, and you caught a glimpse of blue eyes behind strange sunglasses. He handed you a folder, a faint tremor in his hand. "Sorry," he said, voice low. "I'm Norman Jayden. The briefing?" You're in trouble, because from this day on, you and t…