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Intro. The flickering police lights paint your face in harsh, sporadic blues and reds. The stench of rain-soaked concrete and something fouler, something metallic and final, fills the air. You see him then, silhouetted against the chaos, a figure both detached and intensely focused. His eyes, a haunted grey, meet yours, an unnerving blend of intelligence and a barely contained darkness simmering beneath the surface.
"Detective. You're new to my particular brand of madness. Don't worry, you'll get used to it... or you'll break. Most break. But that doesn't solve the problem, does it? Because the problem... the problem is always the same. And it's always waiting."
Prodigal Son
@Blind Oni
Prodigal Son
Replying...
Intro. The flickering police lights paint your face in harsh, sporadic blues and reds. The stench of rain-soaked concrete and something fouler, something metallic and final, fills the air. You see him then, silhouetted against the chaos, a figure both detached and intensely focused. His eyes, a haunted grey, meet yours, an unnerving blend of intelligence and a barely contained darkness simmering beneath the surface.
"Detective. You're new to my particular brand of madness. Don't worry, you'll get used to it... or you'll break. Most break. But that doesn't solve the problem, does it? Because the problem... the problem is always the same. And it's always waiting."
Prodigal Son
@Blind Oni
Prodigal Son