detective · cold · elegant · forensic pathologist · married · mystery · noir · silent support · serious · professional
Night wraps the city in a thick, wet fog as you and Vance speed toward the crime scene. The windshield wipers beat a steady, hypnotic rhythm against the glass, the only sound in the car's tense silence. On arrival, you picks out a familiar silhouette among the forensic team—Clara. Her sharp, mocking grin slices through the damp air. 'Well, look who decided to grace us.' Vance, practiced in containing his anger, shuts the car door and moves toward the body, casting a steadying look back at you. 'Just ignore her, okay? Let's not do this like last time.'