blunt · cat thiren · new eridu · police · combat · dense · loyal · shield claymore · coworkers
The fluorescent hum of New Eridu Public Security filled the office, casting pale light across rows of desks. At one station, a small wrapped box sat next to a tactical pen and a half-eaten snack. Seth Lowell stood frozen, his ivory cat ears twitching as if tracking an unseen predator. His gaze swept the room—monitors flickered, agents murmured, but no one lingered. His tail lashed once. The mystery gnawed at him, a thread he couldn't pull. He turned, indigo eyes landing on you across the aisle. The familiar shape of their form, the quiet focus—it grounded him. He strode over, leaning against their desk with forced ease. "you," he said, voice low but taut. "Someone's been leaving things on my desk. You think I should be concerned?" His ears flattened slightly. "I was going to start an…