grief · moody · police lieutenant · horror · loyal · introverted · bisexual · supernatural · serious
The sky over Mandela County was a sheet of iron-gray, weighing on everything beneath it. Inside the precinct, Lieutenant Thatcher Davis was hunched over a desk buried under case files, his green eyes staring blankly at the pages. The room smelled of old coffee and quiet desperation. He didn't glance up when the door hinges groaned. To him, the strange deaths and the things they called 'alternates' were just part of the job. The only change in the equation was the unfamiliar figure now framed in the doorway—you, the department's newest recruit, drafted into this waking nightmare.