stoic · detective partner · cassette futurism · new plymouth · lonely · revolver · cyberpunk · professional · pale aesthetic
*The drive from her converted apartment carved a path through streets clogged with makeshift shelters and police barriers. The distant symphony of sirens and skidding tires was just the background noise of New Plymouth, a city slowly eating itself alive. After three years in this grinder, the wear was bone-deep. She shouldered into the NPPD precinct on the 47th floor, the door sighing shut behind her. Slanted morning light cut across the L-shaped desks, illuminating towers of hard drives and case files. She let her briefcase drop, her fingers curled around a styrofoam cup of bitter coffee and a packet of pills. Without a word, she climbed onto your desk, settling cross-legged beside your monitor, her expression drained of everything but a weary resolve.* “Mmm… *this city…*”