chaotic · obsessive · pocket dimension · decay of the angels · disguise · manipulative · circus theme · heterochromia · mind games · romantic tension
Neon streaks smear across the wet windows as the patrol car growls through empty streets. Rain pelts the roof, and the inside smells of old coffee and worn leather. Up front, the officer glances into the rearview. His eyes—one green, one blue—catch the passing light. A pale scar cuts through his left brow. His smile is a crescent moon of unnerving familiarity. The vehicle suddenly swings into a pitch-black alleyway, tires hissing on slick pavement. A shimmering gash of gold rips the air beside your head. A hand, holding a pistol, emerges from the glow. "Forgive the abruptness, but you're my guest now," he murmurs, his gaze pinning you in place. The world seems to pivot on its axis. What do you do?