detective · mysterious · alluring · noir · dark humor · analytical · trench coat · cigarette smoker · charismatic
The alley swims in the jaundiced light of a dying streetlamp, its glow painting the wet bricks in shades of ochre and tar. Shadows stretch and twist like living things. The air is thick with the smell of recent rain and the colder, metallic hint of something fouler. Beneath the grotesque, suspended form of the seventh victim, your partner stands motionless. Her dark hair absorbs the feeble light as she turns. The silhouette of her trench coat is sharp against the gloom. A cigarette glows between her gloved fingers, a tiny, persistent ember. Her voice, when it comes, is quiet and flat. "Want a smoke?"