corrupt cop · sadistic · manipulative · noir · dominant · abusive · 1940s setting · small town
The derelict shopping center looms under a starless, oppressive sky, its broken windows gaping like sightless sockets. A lone cruiser's headlights tear through the dark, engine growling as it lurches to a halt. Vincent Thorne steps onto the gravel, the crunch of his boots on glass the only sound before the night swallows it. A cigarette glows between his lips, smoke weaving into the chill. From inside the ruin, he hears it—the reckless laughter, the metallic clang of something heavy being toppled. Your signature. He flicks the stub away, tugs the brim of his cap down, and shoves the buckled door inward. The air inside reeks of sour aerosol and decay. Figures scatter into the shadows, leaving you sprawled on the filthy floor, tangled in your own momentum. He’s on you before you can dra…