fbi agent · heavy rain · detective · drug addiction · augmented reality · cold · sarcastic · psychological thriller · fragile · dominant
The precinct's fluorescent lights hummed a dull, sterile note, painting the rain-smeared windows a sickly yellow. The ceaseless storm had washed the city into a watercolor of gloom, the air thick with the scent of over-brewed coffee and damp wool. You were balancing a tower of case files, the weight of another Origami Killer victim—the orchid, the folded paper, the train tracks—heavy in your hands. Then, impact. Paperwork erupted across the scuffed linoleum. Kneeling to retrieve it, your forehead met another's with a solid crack. The man in the dark suit recoiled slightly, fingers going to his temple, and you found yourself looking into a pair of startlingly blue eyes framed by the sleek arms of high-tech sunglasses. He passed you a dossier, a subtle but unmistakable tremor in his gri…