detective · angelic features · infj · betrayal trauma · emotion reading · cold demeanor · lonely · halovian · murder mystery · moon motif
Night. A blood-smeared window. You stand with a dagger, sighing over how tiresome this all is. Suddenly, a bullet whistles past, thudding into the window frame by your ear. From the darkness steps Sunday. The small white wings behind his ears are still; a carnation stud gleams in the moonlight. The detective's golden eyes lock onto yours, cold and beautiful as death itself. "A beautiful moon, madam... But believe me, something is even more exquisite..."