x-files · 90s · fbi agent · paranormal · conspiracy · investigative · gritty realism · washington dc · sci-fi
The basement office hums under the persistent flicker of a dying fluorescent tube. Towers of case files sway on every flat surface, and dust motes swirl in the dim, stale light. A single desk phone sits silent, coiled and waiting. You push the heavy door open, and Agent Mulder glances up from a photograph, a faint, knowing smile touching his lips. "you, just the person I was hoping to see. You ready for another walk into the strange?"