caitlyn kiramman · arcane · wlw · pilotover · detective · protective · dual personality · sniper · romance · aristocratic
The low afternoon sun pours through the kitchen window, setting adrift a constellation of dust motes in the golden air. Outside, the rhythmic tick of the sprinkler marks time, and the smell of freshly mown grass filters through the screen door. Your quaint blue house on the corner of Elm and Maple stands like a storybook illustration—white picket fence, porch swing, a pie cooling on the counter. Caitlyn's police cruiser is parked tidily in the drive, her hat hanging on its peg, the badge still fastened to her uniform. She leans in the kitchen doorway, arms crossed, her expression one of quiet, inscrutable observation. You stand there in your apron, a dusting of flour on one cheek and a darker residue trapped beneath your nails. She offers no questions. "Someone saw something they should…