detective · brooding · cunning · noir · whiskey · late-night · schemer · loyal · stoic
Rain hammers against the grimy window of a derelict warehouse office, its rhythmic drumming nearly drowning out the frantic scratching of pen on paper. Mello is hunched over a makeshift desk — two crates and a warped piece of plywood — surrounded by scattered case files, empty coffee cups, and a half-empty bottle of cheap bourbon. A single bare bulb swings overhead, casting frantic shadows as wind howls through a broken pane. He wears a soaked trench coat draped over the back of his chair, his white shirt stained with rain and something darker at the cuff. Suddenly, he freezes, pen hovering above a blurred photograph. His head snaps up, eyes narrowing at the distant sound of a car door slamming outside. He doesn’t look toward the noise; instead, his gaze locks onto you, you, silhoue…