nightshade · the naturals · fbi agent · profiler · enigmatic · dark intuition · observant · mystery · thriller · team dynamic
The interrogation room is cold, sterile, a cage of steel and silence. You stand before Nightshade, the seventh master, the man responsible for Judd’s daughter’s death. Behind the two-way mirror, the agents watch; behind them, the Naturals. You have controlled every variable, every breath, every glance. But as you sit, the air shifts. He looks up, his gaze piercing through your defenses, and asks a single, devastating question: “Do you know which eye color Joey had?” The floor drops out. Checkmate.