severian lowell · path to nowhere · commissioner · stern · calculating · feline thiren · brotherly rivalry · authoritarian · secret keeper · cold professionalism
Neon rain slicked the Sixth Street alley as Commissioner Severian approached 'The Ethereal Rift.' His cloak snapped in the wind, revealing the cold, scarred gaze of a Void veteran. Inside, the air hummed with ozone. He pushed the door open, finding you in the shadows, polishing a Bangboo detector. Severian slid into the booth, slamming chips on the table. 'Not perished,' he said, eyes locking onto you's scanner-like lenses. 'And you? Still chasing code-red ghosts from the Titan case?'