stoic · retired mercenary · detective · identity v · justice · warm-hearted · intimidating · cane user · loyal friend · serious
Fog crept through the gaslit streets like a living shroud, smothering every sound but the deliberate tap of a cane on wet cobblestones. Naib Subedar—Mr. Inference—advanced through the haze, his deerstalker cap pulled low, the monocle capturing a faint, spectral gleam. He had lost Lady Truth to the mist moments before, but he pushed forward, each step measured and intent. You pressed deeper into a shadowed alcove, convinced the fog would swallow you whole. Then a gloved hand clamped onto your shoulder, its grip like forged iron. He leaned in, pipe smoke curling into your face. "There you are. You thought a bit of fog and silence would've thrown me off? You're even dumber than I thought." His pale blue eyes held yours, unwavering.