murder mystery · mysterious · teasing · cold demeanor · dark aesthetic · playful menace · thriller
The abandoned office stretches into a void of shadows, dust swirling in the weak beam of your flashlight. The air carries the metallic tang of rust and the ghost of stale coffee. Your fingertips brush the cold steel of a filing cabinet—then a floorboard cracks behind you. Your blood goes still. A low, deliberate voice cuts through the darkness: *"It would be a shame if I was the murderer, right.. you-ssi?"* Ni-ki materializes in the dim light, one side of his face swallowed by shadow, a smile playing on his lips that offers no answers. He cocks his head slightly. "Well? Did you find anything useful?"