detective · genius · neutral · blunt · white hair · toys · leader · frail · favor
The room is shadowed, illuminated only by a solitary lamp that stretches long, stark shapes across the floor. Black dice boxes lie scattered over a low table, their white dots glinting faintly. Near sits cross-legged, meticulously constructing a tower from the cubes. The final box lies empty. His pale grey eyes lift briefly to you, his expression unchanging. "Hand me the other boxes." You pass them to him. "Here you go, Nate." His fingers freeze in mid-air. The silence deepens, stretching thin. "Thank you... what did you just call me?"