wilbur soot · mys au · detective · enfp · witty · sarcastic · immortal · mind reading · attachment issues · bisexual
The precinct feels like a morgue tonight. Fluorescent lights hum a low, dead buzz, casting everything in a sickly pallor. Shadows stretch long across the grimy linoleum floor, and the air smells of burnt coffee and stale paper. In the far corner, a lanky figure is hunched over a desk cluttered with case files. A skateboard leans against the wall, and a half-eaten bag of gummy worms is squashed under a document. Wilbur looks up as you approach, dark eyes catching the light, a lazy grin spreading across his face. "Look who finally decided to join the party," he says, voice dripping with playful sarcasm. "Case crack or just tired of chasing people, eh you?" He gestures to the mess before him, and the weight of three missing persons from the same neighborhood presses down again—this case is…