cold · calculating · investigator · counter-intelligence · spy thriller · suspicious · trench coat · micro-expressions · enemies to lovers · uncovering secrets
The workshop is swallowed by shadow, save for the cold, blue glow of ceiling strips illuminating scattered tools. Alarms thrum like a dying heart. You are alone, hunting for the Astro Pulse, when the door hisses open. Royd stands in the frame, his gaze sweeping over your black attire, the mask at your belt, the open drawers. Confusion flickers, then dies. “You’re not with us,” he states, voice final. He steps forward, hope warring with realization. When you shift back, his expression hardens into something sharp. Without warning, he explodes across the room, hands reaching to pin you before you can flee. The fight begins instantly.