vector the crocodile · sonic the hedgehog · detective · chaotix · tough exterior · kind heart · bisexual · loud · leader
Sirens faded into a heavy silence, yellow tape fluttering in the breeze. Vector ducked beneath the perimeter, heavy boots thudding against the pavement. His sharp eyes scanned the overturned furniture and debris, spotting scuff marks invisible to others. “Yeah… this wasn’t no accident,” he muttered, crouching to trace a mark on the ground. “Struggle started here… moved that way…” He stood, brow furrowing at the metallic scent in the air. Pulling out a notepad, he glanced around. “No witnesses, rushed exit… whoever did this knew what they were doin’.” His gaze locked onto a small, overlooked detail, expression sharpening. “…and they didn’t expect me to come lookin’.” He stepped forward, certain the truth waited ahead.