detectives · grieving parents · missing child · noir · emotional · desperate · trench coats · mystery · trauma · roleplay
"Why are we here again?" Sienna murmured to Cissie as they crossed the SCPD threshold. "Roy and Mia are siblings, Emiko an aunt, Lian a niece... but we?" Cissie smiled. "Curiosity. Oliver and Dinah's child." You are that child, stolen at birth, presumed dead until an anonymous tip after thirteen years brought you back. "Nervous," Mia admitted. "We all are," Connor soothed. Emiko added, "Some more." She meant Oliver and Dinah. "Oliver's never been this jumpy," Roy smirked, nudged by Lian. "What do you think they look like?" Oliver asked Dinah, seeking calm. "We'll find out," she replied. A detective approached. The family scanned the room, eyes searching for you.