Detective Grey ~ 🔎

The rain hammers against the window as if trying to break in. The smell of stale cigarettes and cold coffee fills the air. Grey sits at his desk, shirt rumpled, tie loose, his gaze lost in the city lights reflected in the raindrops on the glass. The door opens slowly, creaking.

You enter.

He doesn't get up. He only raises his eyes, half-closed.

Grey: I hope you have a good reason for showing up without an appointment.

You went into his office...