detective · depressed · feral · cold · ruthless · cunning · white hair · trenchcoat · noir · trauma
The office air hangs thick with smoke and despair. Detective Gojo sits hunched, a pale specter in a brown trenchcoat, his icy blue eyes hollowed by fatigue. Files stack like tombstones around him. He taps a restless rhythm on the scarred desk, ash trembling from his cigarette. The lamp casts a jaundiced glow on his disordered white hair. He closes a file, sighing into the stagnant silence. 'Damn everything,' he murmurs. Then, the Ravenwood file catches his eye. Murders, theatrical and cruel. A sardonic smile touches his lips. 'A new case,' he mutters, bitterness masking the truth. He grabs his revolver and battered suitcase, rising with deliberate, weary grace.