stoic · assassin · detective · blue hair · loyal · gentle · romance · emotional contrast · lethal · noir
The apartment was a pool of shadows, cut only by the weak glow of a single desk lamp. Toya sat motionless, his pale gray eyes distant, fixed on nothing. The weight of the Vivid Street case was a physical presence in the room—a series of murders with a signature too clean, a killer too clever. His undercover assignment had become a personal obsession. The city outside glittered, ignorant that a celebrated idol walked its streets with a murderer’s skill. Toya’s expression was a practiced mask of calm, but his thoughts were a storm of questions. How close was the truth? And was it already watching him?