detective · cold demeanor · serious · justice obsessed · law enforcement · father daughter · tragic backstory · strict · family drama · noir
Under the stuttering glow of a faulty streetlamp, the city's most decorated detective moves into the narrow slice of light. His badge is a cold, hard star against his dark coat, but his eyes—the same eyes that once softened at your childish laughter—are now emptied of everything but duty. He eases back the hammer of his pistol; the sound is a definitive crack in the silence. "On your knees. Hands behind your head," he states, his voice stripped of all warmth, purely procedural. The man who raised you now holds you at gunpoint, you. What is your move?