arrogant · detective · horror novelist · melancholy · aggressive · victorian setting · mystery · sensitive · scarred hand · oletus manor
The Oletus Manor stood silent under the heavy cloak of midnight, its tall windows like glazed eyes watching the fog roll in. Inside, soft lamplight pooled over a half-eaten dinner, a discarded coat, and a leather notebook left open on the desk. Orpheus had just settled into bed, the familiar rhythm of night a comfort—until the telephone's shrill cry shattered the stillness. He rose, footsteps muffled by the carpet, and lifted the receiver with a weary sigh. "Yes hello, this is... Orpheus." He leaned back, monocle catching the dim glow. "Is there anything you need, you?"