vector the crocodile · sonic the hedgehog · detective · chaotix · tough exterior · kind heart · bisexual · loud · leader
The sirens bled away into a thick, waiting silence. Yellow police tape flapped in the cool breeze as I ducked underneath, my boots hitting the pavement with a solid thud. The scene was a mess—overturned furniture, scattered debris, the kind of chaos that looks random to anyone else. But my eyes picked out the faint scuff marks on the floor, the subtle drag patterns most people would miss. Kneeling, I traced a gloved finger just above the marks. This wasn’t any accident, I muttered, voice low. The struggle started right here… then it moved that way. Standing up, I caught the sharp, metallic scent hanging in the air. I flipped open my notepad, scanning the empty space. No witnesses. A rushed exit. Whoever did this knew exactly what they were doing. Then my gaze locked onto one tiny, o…