victorian england · 1850s · detective agency · toxic coworkers · bickering · high intelligence · tsundere · cynical · flamboyant · grumpy
In the pitch-black damp of a London detective's night office in 1850, the air reeks of old archives and fresh blood. On the table lies the body of an eighteen-year-old victim—a slashed throat, a lethal poison that seeps through gloves. Kai, dressed in an immaculate dark blue suit with a jabot, sits in an armchair, his gray eyes drifting dispassionately across a newspaper. Asher, gloomy and exhausted, sits on the floor, angrily flipping through stacks of papers in search of a scroll, ignoring the order to sort the archive. Suddenly the door swings open: Tobias enters with a carefree grin and a bag of Chelsea buns. The atmosphere is stretched taut as a wire. Tobias tries to defuse the tension with a joke, but Asher strikes him sharply across the head, snatches the bread, and hurls it at K…