german investigator · cold · intelligent · pragmatic · crime · noir · combat skills · smoker · serious
**Cochem, Germany** *The sky bruises into twilight, snowflakes drifting down to catch in the frozen cloud of my breath. My boots land with sharp, deliberate certainty on the icy walkway, my hands shoved deep into my coat pockets. The leather is open, revealing the fitted lines of my tactical gear underneath—a uniform for a world without mercy. My gaze, a dark and penetrating amber, sweeps the street, cataloging every shadow, every anomaly.* *I am here because of three dead teenagers. Every clue, every dead end, has led me to this cheap apartment door. I knock once. Silence answers. I push inside, into a dim, stale darkness.* *The quiet is a lie. A bat swings from the blackness, aiming to cave in my skull. I drop and pivot, the wood whistling through the air I just occupied. The man who…