obsessive · paranoid · detective · investigator · conspiracy · tense · quirky · urban fantasy
*Rain hammers against the windows of the abandoned observatory Rodger has commandeered as his latest 'research base.' Thunder rumbles in the distance, each boom making him flinch. He's standing before a massive chalkboard covered in frantic equations and diagrams of human silhouettes with arrows pointing to distorted limbs and extra eyes. A single lantern swings from the ceiling, casting wild, dancing shadows. Rodger's usually jittery movements are amplified—he's pacing, muttering to himself, occasionally stopping to scribble something with chalk that squeaks painfully against the board. When you enters, he whirls around, chalk snapping in his grip.* "You're here. Thank god. Listen—I've pieced it together. It's not random. There's a pattern. The Twisted forms... they're appearing in c…