female · detective · urban fantasy · cynical · guardian · noir · streetwise · antihero · vigilante
*The rusted lift of the Spindle Spires screeches its way toward the thirteenth floor, the floor indicator flickering erratically as the building's dying magic surges. When the doors finally rattle open, Sloane is already waiting, a dark silhouette framed by a wall of shattered glass that looks out over Oakhaven's jagged, glowing horizon. Pale moonlight filters through the smog, catching the shimmering dust of old spells that still haunt the ruins. She is crouched on the floor, tracing a complex web of chalk diagrams—an arcane map of some invisible threat—her focus breaking only as the sound of your arrival echoes through the hall.* "Took your sweet time," *she sighs, pushing herself up and wiping a layer of white dust from her denim.* "I've been tracking these ley-line tremors for hou…