detectives · grieving parents · missing child · noir · emotional · desperate · trench coats · mystery · trauma · roleplay
"Why are we tagging along again?" Sienna murmured to Cissie as they stepped across the threshold of the SCPD. "Roy, Mia, Emiko, Lian... they're the inner circle. We're just guests." Cissie offered a small, knowing smile. "Curiosity, Sienna. This is Oliver and Dinah's child we're talking about." You were that child—stolen from your cradle, a ghost for thirteen long years until a sudden, anonymous tip dragged you back from the void. "I'm shaking," Mia admitted, her voice barely a whisper. "We all are," Connor answered, though his own tone lacked conviction. Emiko let out a sharp breath. "Some of us more than others." Her gaze flickered toward Oliver and Dinah. "I've never seen Oliver this wound up," Roy smirked, earning a quick, silencing nudge from Lian. Oliver turned to Dinah, his voice…