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!!Attention! Sinners & Saints is rated <b>+18</b> and has potentially triggering material. List of trigger warnings below: Alcohol Alcoholism Animal Death Abuse (Physical, mental, emotional) Blood Bones Car accident Corpses Death Fire Gun Violence Injuries Kidnapping Mental Illness and Mental Health Struggles (Anxiety, Depression, PTSD, Insomnia, Panic Attacks, Night Terrors) Mild sexual themes (eg. dirty jokes, suggestive comments) Murder and Attempted Murder Needles Torture Suicide Swearing Violence Referenced/Mentioned/Implied: Abusive relationships Child abuse Drugs Discrimination Please bear this in mind while you continue. Note: this game features 7 gender-selectable characters. Each of them can be romanced if you wish, but it is completely optional. You may have platonic or hostile relations with those characters. The game also features 2 polyamorous romance routes that you can engage in. ❤ symbol means a 'loving' choice, choosing it doesn't automatically make your character attracted to the other character, sexually or romantically. You can have completely platonic relationship with them, and your character can still be aromantic and/or asexual and flirt if you wish so. //Not// chosing the ❤ options also doesn't lock you out of the potential romantic routes. <<button "continue" "continue">><</button>>

Sinners & Saints

by Lin

Made in SugarCube 2.34.1.

Your name is <b>$firstname $Lastname</b> and you are a detective in Deadwood. You have <b>$eyecolor</b> eyes, <b>$skintone</b> skin, and <b>$haircolor</b>, <b>$hairtexture</b> hair that you keep <b>$hairlength.</b> You are of a <b>$height</b> height. You are skilled in <b>$skill</b> thanks to your time in college. When it comes to Deadwood, you <b>$Deadwoodfeels.</b> When it comes to touch, you <b><<if $touchaversion is "false">>have no issues with it.<<elseif $touchaversion is "severe">>cannot bear others touching you.<<elseif $touchaversion is "moderate">>feel only comfortable with your loved ones touching you, or people touching you with your permission.<</if>></b> <<if $smoker is "true">>You are a smoker.<<else>> <</if>>

<<link "Character" "Character">><</link>> <<link "Relationships" "Relationships">><</link>> <<link "Credits" "Credits">><</link>> <<link "Back">><<if tags().includes("game-info")>><<goto $return>><<else>><<run Engine.backward()>><</if>><</link>>

<<script>> var passages = document.getElementById("passages"); passages.scrollTop = 0; <</script>>  <<if tags().includes("title")>> <<elseif tags().includes("credits")>><h1>Credits</h1> <<elseif tags().includes("character")>> <h1>Character</h1> <<elseif tags().includes("relationships")>> <h1>Relationships</h1> <<else>><h1>$chapter</h1> <</if>>

<<set $chapter to "Prologue">> <<set $good_cop to 50>><<set $bad_cop to 50>>

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<ul> <li>Banner assets <a href="https://www.canva.com/">Canva</a></li> <li>Fonts <a href="https://fonts.google.com/">Google fonts</a></li> <li>Music <a href="https://pixabay.com/music/">Pixabay</a></li> </ul>

!!The Romantic Interests !!!Sasha Alucard <<if $metsasha is "true">> Sasha is your criminal informant. Appearing a year younger than you, it’s unknown when $sasha_heshe <<if $sasha_person is "person">>were<<else>>was<</if>> born. <<print $sasha_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> <<if $sasha_person is "person">>are<<else>>is<</if>> pansexual, and 180 cm tall. <<print $sasha_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> <<if $sasha_person is "person">>have<<else>>has<</if>> straight, platinum white hair reaching just above $sasha_hisher collarbones and pale brown eyes—$sasha_hisher skin tone is similar to sand, with cool peach undertones. Sasha has thin lips, and $sasha_heshe <<if $sasha_person is "person">>are<<else>>is<</if>> neither thin or slim—$sasha_hisher body type is stocky and soft, with no defined muscles. <<print $sasha_hisher.toUpperFirst()>> face is triangle shaped, and $sasha_hisher eyebrows are also platinum. //Your relationship with Sasha…// Sasha <<if $sasha_approval >=80 && $sasha_romance >=80>>would <b>kill</b> and <b>die</b> for you. <<elseif $sasha_approval >=80 && $sasha_romance <=79>>would be <b>devastated</b> if you died. <<elseif $sasha_approval >=60 && $sasha_approval <=79>>trusts you like <b>no one else</b>. <<elseif $sasha_approval >=40 && $sasha_approval <=59>>thinks you're a <b>fascinating</b> thing. <<elseif $sasha_approval >=20 && $sasha_approval <=39>>thinks you're <b>boring</b>. <<elseif $sasha_approval >=0 && $sasha_approval <=19>>wouldn't cry if you <b>died</b>.<</if>><<else>> <</if>> !!!Sage //Jude// Rennis <<if $metsage is "true">> A charming and wealthy stranger, who no one seems to know much about. Seemingly two years older than you, there’s no record of $sage_hisher date of birth. Sage is bisexual, 192 cm tall and <<if $sage_person is "person">>have<<else>>has<</if>> ginger red, soft curls to $sage_hisher collarbones, often tied up, straightened or slicked back. <<print $sage_hisher.toUpperFirst()>> eyes are deep brown, and $sage_heshe <<if $sage_person is "person">>have<<else>>has<</if>> an alabaster skin tone with neutral undertones. Sage has high cheek bones, sharp jawline, pianist fingers, and $sage_heshe <<if $sage_person is "person">>are<<else>>is<</if>> on the muscular side. //Your relationship with Sage…// Sage <<if $sage_approval >=80 && $sage_romance >=80>>would <b>burn the world</b> for you. <<elseif $sage_approval >=80 && $sage_romance <=79>>wants to <b>keep you alive.</b> <<elseif $sage_approval >=65 && $sage_approval <=79>>thinks you are <b> fun</b>. <<elseif $sage_approval >=40 && $sage_approval <=64>>is mildly <b>curious </b> about you. <<elseif $sage_approval >=20 && $sage_approval <=39>>thinks you're a mildly <b>annoying</b> pest. <<elseif $sage_approval >=0 && $sage_approval <=19>>would <b>sacrifice you</b> without hesitation.<</if>><<else>> <</if>> !!!Ariel Phares <<if $metariel is "true">> Looking around 4 years older than you, it’s hard to tell $ariel_hisher exact age, as there’s not a lot of information available about $ariel_himher. <<print $ariel_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> <<if $ariel_person is "person">>are<<else>>is<</if>> pansexual, and a newcomer that roams roams around Deadwood. <<print $ariel_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> <<if $ariel_person is "person">>are<<else>>is<</if>> 202 cm tall, and <<if $ariel_person is "person">>have<<else>>has<</if>> curly, chestnut colored hair past $ariel_hisher shoulders—usually in a braid, a pony tail or a bun. <<print $ariel_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> <<if $ariel_person is "person">>have<<else>>has<</if>> eyes like honey, and a golden skin tone with warm yellow undertones. There’s a tattoo covering $ariel_hisher back, shoulder blades and elbows—very detailed, black wings. <<print $ariel_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> <<if $ariel_person is "person">>have<<else>>has<</if>> a number of scars—one on the right cheek, on lower lip, left eyebrow, and many on $ariel_hisher torso, arms, legs and back. <<print $ariel_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> <<if $ariel_person is "person">>are<<else>>is<</if>> fairly muscular and on the athletic side, with broad shoulders. //Your relationship with Ariel…// Ariel <<if $ariel_approval >=80 && $ariel_romance >=80>>will tear down <b>heaven and hell</b> for you. <<elseif $ariel_approval >=80 && $ariel_romance <=79>>sees you as a <b>trusted</b> friend. <<elseif $ariel_approval >=60 && $ariel_approval <=79>><b>respects</b> you. <<elseif $ariel_approval >=40 && $ariel_approval <=59>>finds you <b>interesting</b>. <<elseif $ariel_approval >=20 && $ariel_approval <=39>>thinks you're an <b>obstacle</b>. <<elseif $ariel_approval >=0 && $ariel_approval <=19>>would <b>burn you</b> without guilt.<</if>><<else>> <</if>> !!!Khari //Amaris// Lortnoc <<if $metkhari is "true">> Khari is your new partner, and a new detective in Deadwood. Being a year older than you, $a_heshe <<if $a_person is "person">>were<<else>>was<</if>> born on October 31st. <<print $a_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> <<if $a_person is "person">>are<<else>>is<</if>> bisexual. <<print $a_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> <<if $a_person is "person">>are<<else>>is<</if>> 175 cm tall, and <<if $a_person is "person">>have<<else>>has<</if>> jet black, straight hair past $a_hisher shoulder, usually kept in a bun or braids. <<print $a_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> <<if $a_person is "person">>have<<else>>has<</if>> deep green eyes, and a bronze skin tone with warm, olive undertones. There is a long scar across $a_hisher neck and on $a_hisher right shoulder blade. <<print $a_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> also <<if $a_person is "person">>have<<else>>has<</if>> two tattoos; a crescent moon on $a_hisher right wrist, and a sun on $a_hisher left one—the moon is done with white ink, and the sun with yellow ink. Khari is of a curvy body type, with some defined muscles. //Your relationship with Khari…// Khari <<if $khari_approval >=80 && $khari_romance >=80>>will <b>rip apart</b> anyone who hurts you. <<elseif $khari_approval >=80 && $khari_romance <=79>>sees you as a <b>close friend.</b> <<elseif $khari_approval >=65 && $khari_approval <=79>>considers you a trusted <b>partner.</b> <<elseif $khari_approval >=40 && $khari_approval <=64>>is mildly <b>concerned</b> for you. <<elseif $khari_approval >=20 && $khari_approval <=39>>doesn't respect you and sees you as an <b>annoyance</b>. <<elseif $khari_approval >=0 && $khari_approval <=19>>will <b>kill you</b> if necessary.<</if>><<else>> <</if>> !!!Roan //Salem// Luos <<if $metroan is "true">> Roan is your best friend—and your first kiss—as well as a local baker. Being your age, $roan_heshe <<if $roan_person is "person">>were<<else>>was<</if>> born on July 30th. <<print $roan_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> <<if $roan_person is "person">>are<<else>>is<</if>> demisexual. Standing 170 cm tall, $roan_heshe <<if $roan_person is "person">>have<<else>>has<</if>> raven black, wavy hair to $roan_hisher shoulders, often loose or in complicated styles. <<print $roan_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> <<if $roan_person is "person">>have<<else>>has<</if>> a skin tone that can be described as golden oak, with warm undertones, and black eyes. <<print $roan_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> <<if $roan_person is "have">>have<<else>>has<</if>> plenty of floral themed tattoos on $roan_hisher left shoulder—buttercups, jasmine flowers, sunflowers, forget-me-nots. <<print $roan_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> <<if $roan_person is "have">>have<<else>>has<</if>> a lip piercing on $roan_hisher lower lip, left side. <<print $roan_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> <<if $roan_person is "person">>are<<else>>is<</if>> not muscular nor slim—$roan_heshe <<if $roan_person is "have">>have<<else>>has<</if>> a soft body type, with slightly thicker legs and thighs specifically. //Your relationship with Roan…// Roan <<if $roan_approval >=80 && $roan_romance >=80>>is <b>enchanted</b> by you. <<elseif $roan_approval >=80 && $roan_romance <=79>>sees you as a <b>platonic soulmate.</b> <<elseif $roan_approval >=60 && $roan_approval <=79>>sees you as a <b>close friend.</b> <<elseif $roan_approval >=40 && $roan_approval <=59>>wants you to be <b>closer</b>. <<elseif $roan_approval >=20 && $roan_approval <=39>>feels <b>distanced</b> from you. <<elseif $roan_approval >=0 && $roan_approval <=19>>is hurt by your actions and considers you a <b>stranger</b>.<</if>><<else>> <</if>> !!!Riven //Kane// Sinac <<if $metriven is "true">> Riven is your childhood friend—however, when you were both 14, $riven_heshe disappeared without a warning. Born on April 11th, Riven is bisexual and 179 cm tall. <<print $riven_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> <<if $riven_person is "person">>have<<else>>has<</if>> wavy, auburn hair that’s barely reaching $riven_hisher shoulders, amber eyes and an olive skin tone, with warm olive undertones. <<print $riven_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> <<if $riven_person is "person">>have<<else>>has<</if>> scars all over $riven_hisher chest and back, a pierced right ear and tattoos on $riven_hisher fingers, forming ‘ACAB’ in black ink. <<print $riven_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> <<if $riven_person is "person">>are<<else>>is<</if>> fairly muscular, with slightly broader shoulders and a sharp jawline. //Your relationship with Riven…// Riven <<if $riven_approval >=80 && $riven_romance >=80>>would <b>die</b> and <b>bleed</b> for you. <<elseif $riven_approval >=80 && $riven_romance <=79>>thinks of you as a <b>closest friend</b>. <<elseif $riven_approval >=60 && $riven_approval <=79>>considers you a <b>close friend</b> again. <<elseif $riven_approval >=40 && $riven_approval <=59>>doesn't know if you are <b>trust worthy</b> but is warming up to you. <<elseif $riven_approval >=20 && $riven_approval <=39>>feels like you are a <b>stranger</b>. <<elseif $riven_approval >=0 && $riven_approval <=19>><b>hates</b> you and feels <b>broken</b> by you.<</if>><<else>> <</if>> !!!Morgan //Kai// Amuart <<if $metmorgan is "true">> Morgan is a psychic consultant to Deadwood Police Departament. Younger than you by two years, $g_heshe <<if $g_person is "person">>were<<else>>was<</if>> born on February 14th. Standing 167 cm tall, $g_heshe <<if $g_person is "person">>have<<else>>has<</if>> coal black, wavy hair past $g_hisher shoulders. <<print $g_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> <<if $g_person is "person">>have<<else>>has<</if>> pale blue eyes, and a tawny skin tone with cool undertones. Additionally, $g_heshe <<if $g_person is "person">>have<<else>>has<</if>> a tattoo of a bird skeleton in a small cage, on the right side of $g_hisher ribs. There are scars on $g_hisher forearms, as well as one across $g_hisher left eye brow. <<print $g_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> <<if $g_person is "person">>are<<else>>is<</if>> slim, not muscular. <<print $g_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> <<if $g_person is "person">>are<<else>>is<</if>> demisexual. //Your relationship with Morgan…// Morgan <<if $morgan_approval >=80 && $morgan_romance >=80>>feels <b>alive</b> thanks to you. <<elseif $morgan_approval >=80 && $morgan_romance <=79>>sees you as <b>family</b>. <<elseif $morgan_approval >=65 && $morgan_approval <=79>>finally doesn't feel <b>alone</b> thanks to you. <<elseif $morgan_approval >=40 && $morgan_approval <=64>>is <b>worried</b> about you. <<elseif $morgan_approval >=20 && $morgan_approval <=39>>feels <b>indifferent</b> about your fate. <<elseif $morgan_approval >=0 && $morgan_approval <=19>>wishes you two <b>never met</b>.<</if>><<else>> <</if>> ____ !!The Side Characters <b>Captain Sirius Hayes</b> is your boss and a widower of late doctor Piper Hayes. He is a cis bisexual man, and uses he/him pronouns. He is 37 years old and 187 cm tall; his skin has a sandy color with cool yellow undertones, and his eyes are icy blue. His hair has a salt-and-pepper color. His torso and back are littered with various scars. He rarely ever smiles. //Your relationship with Hayes…// Hayes <<if $Hayes_approval >=80>>sees you as his <b>own child.</b> <<elseif $Hayes_approval >=65 && $Hayes_approval <=79>>sees you as <b>family.</b> <<elseif $Hayes_approval >=40 && $Hayes_approval <=64>>feels <b>concerned</b> for you. <<elseif $Hayes_approval >=26 && $Hayes_approval <=39>>has some <b>trust in you.</b> <<elseif $Hayes_approval >=0 && $Hayes_approval <=25>>sees you only as an <b>employee.</b><</if>> <b>Doctor Rozalia Sikora</b> is the medical examiner, and a significant other of Wanda Kruk and in queer platonic relationship with Miriam Bura. She is a cis bisexual woman, and uses she/her pronouns. She is 36 years old and 177 cm tall; her skin has a golden color with warm peach undertones and her eyes are jet black, as is her hair. //Your relationship with Rozalia…// Rozalia <<if $Rozalia_approval >=80>>sees you as <b>family.</b> <<elseif $Rozalia_approval >=65 && $Rozalia_approval <=79>><b>likes you.</b> <<elseif $Rozalia_approval >=40 && $Rozalia_approval <=64>>is starting to <b>worry</b> about you. <<elseif $Rozalia_approval >=26 && $Rozalia_approval <=39>>sees you as a <b>decent coworker.</b> <<elseif $Rozalia_approval >=0 && $Rozalia_approval <=25>><b>doesn't really care</b> about you.<</if>> <b>Quinn //Q// Avas</b> is a police officer—a ‘rookie’ new to the station. They are 23 years old. They’re aromantic and demisexual, as well as non binary and use they/them pronouns. They’re 176 cm tall, and their skin is tanned with cool peach undertone. Their eyes resemble a forest green color, and they have a piercing on their right eyebrow, a helix piercing and gauged lobes. //Your relationship with Quinn…// Quinn <<if $quinn_approval >=80>>sees you as <b>an older sibling.</b> <<elseif $quinn_approval >=65 && $quinn_approval <=79>><b>trusts you with their life.</b> <<elseif $quinn_approval >=40 && $quinn_approval <=64>><b>looks up to you and seeks your advice.</b> <<elseif $quinn_approval >=30 && $quinn_approval <=39>><b>idolizes you.</b> <<elseif $quinn_approval >=0 && $quinn_approval <=29>>thinks <b>you're mean.</b><</if>> <b>Tobias //Toby// Booker</b> is a patrol officer. He’s 25 years old. He is non binary, asexual, biromantic, and uses he/him pronouns. He’s 172 cm tall and his skin has a beige color with cool undertones; his eyes are vibrant blue. //Your relationship with Toby…// Tobias <<if $toby_approval >=80>>views you as a <b>sibling.</b> <<elseif $toby_approval >=65 && $toby_approval <=79>><b>trusts you</b> and your judgement. <<elseif $toby_approval >=40 && $toby_approval <=64>>trusts that you'll <b>have his back.</b> <<elseif $toby_approval >=30 && $toby_approval <=39>>thinks you are a <b>decent person</b> and doesn't hate working with you. <<elseif $toby_approval >=0 && $toby_approval <=29>>thinks you are <b>rude</b> and <b>doesn't like you.</b><</if>>

ORANGE: Game info - character page, codex, credits. Populate these with what you like. GREEN: UI & game set-up elements. These can be edited to suit your needs. RED: Code. Everything in these passages should be labelled; things might break if you mess with them.

<style> #ui-bar {display:none;} #passages {width:100vw;margin:0;background-image:var(--banner-top),var(--banner-bottom);background-repeat:no-repeat;background-size:50%;background-position:top center, bottom center;overflow:hidden;scrollbar-width:none;font-family:var(--header-font);transition:0s;padding:0;} ::-webkit-scrollbar {width:0px;} .passage {text-align:center;transition:0s;} #passages a:before {content: none;} #story {margin-left:0;} h1 {text-align:center;margin-top:25vh;} @media screen and (max-width: 800px) {#story {margin:0;}} </style>  <style> .tm #ui-bar {display:none;} .tm #passages {width:100vw;margin:0;background-image:var(--tm-banner-top),var(--tm-banner-bottom);background-repeat:no-repeat;background-size:50%;background-position:top center, bottom center;overflow:hidden;scrollbar-width:none;font-family:var(--header-font);transition:0s;padding:0;} ::-webkit-scrollbar {width:0px;} .passage {text-align:center;transition:0s;} .tm #passages a:before {content: none;} .tm #story {margin-left:0;} h1 {text-align:center;margin-top:25vh;} .tm @media screen and (max-width: 800px) {#story {margin:0;}} </style> <h1>Sinners and Saints</h1> <<if Save.autosave.ok() and Save.autosave.has()>><<link "Resume Game">><<script>>Save.autosave.load()<</script>><</link>> | <</if>><<link "New Game" "1">><</link>> | <<link "Load Game">><<run UI.saves()>><</link>> | <<link "Settings">><<run UI.settings()>><</link>>

Deadwood. A charming little town, if one would consider horror ‘charming.’ Isolated from the outside world by thick woods, a deep river and a looming mountain. Known for an uncomfortably large number of suicides in unconventional ways and an even bigger number of people being injured in most freak accidents (currently the title of the “Most Inconvenient Dead Fucker” was held by Doctor Piper Hayes, who decided that walking towards a grizzly bear that got onto his property was the way to go. His poor widower was still traumatised from witnessing it). Deadwood was probably the only town in existence where it was no shock to anyone that a perfectly well gas line suddenly exploded, injuring only one specific resident. Or that someone walked around with injuries they had no memory of ever getting. For the locals, it was just a regular Monday. For you, it was a headache, since you were responsible for the well-being of said locals, as the highest ranking detective. Maybe you //were// the only detective, but Captain did mention someone else would be promoted or transferred in soon. He said that the day //you// got your promotion. He also said that every other time you asked him about it, for about a year now. With how few people belonged to the station, it was no big surprise. Most lacked proper training to be promoted, or had families to take care of. [["I hate this town. I wish I could just get up and leave."][$Deadwoodfeels to "hate it"]] [["I am not fond of Deadwood, but it’s my home, I’d never dream of leaving."][$Deadwoodfeels to "hate it, but cannot leave"]] [["I like Deadwood despite its weirdness, but I wish I could move somewhere else and see the world."][$Deadwoodfeels to "love it, but wish you could leave"]] [["I am very fond of Deadwood, I’d never dream of leaving."][$Deadwoodfeels to "love it"]]

You never thought you’d become Deadwood’s detective. After all, in college you studied... [[...psychology][$skill to "psychology"]] [[...computer science][$skill to "science"]] [[...creative arts][$skill to "art"]] [[...law][$skill to "law"]]

You were always interested in what makes people tick. What makes them who they are, why they behave the way they do. It did help in your current job as a detective, as you could more easily deduce what someone was going to do based on their background and social profile. You also knew more about how trauma and mental illness can impact a person, force them into a situation they would normally never even consider. <<button "Anyway" "Anyway">><</button>>

Now you mostly used your skills just to handle the issue of the old technology at the station, since it was probably older than you. Everything needed to be updated, fixed or replaced. You uploaded the physical files onto the drives, and finally got rid of the bug that messed with reports. The captain did not acknowledge your help, but at least //you// had less of a headache now. <<button "Anyway" "Anyway">><</button>>

You could still hear some of the officers snickering, whenever they remembered what you did in college. Magically, they forgot that you went through the same training they did, and you were more competent at the same job they did, so much so you ended up in the detective role. But, whenever a sketch was needed, suddenly everyone was grateful for your choices in college. It was much easier to chase a suspect or find the crime scene, when it wasn’t drawn by someone with the artistic talent of a three year old. <<button "Anyway" "Anyway">><</button>>

You figured it’s not that far off, in the end. Maybe your salary was worse than it could’ve been, and maybe your work hours were worse, and your life expectancy was lower by half, but at least your life was more interesting, and you didn’t have an issue with any unlawful arrests, or a case being dismissed because of some loophole the defendant found. <<button "Anyway" "Anyway">><</button>>

Just like your parents, you had [[ivory skin|NEXT2][$skintone to "ivory"]] [[olive skin|NEXT2][$skintone to "olive"]] [[copper skin|NEXT2][$skintone to "copper"]] [[onyx black skin|NEXT2][$skintone to "onyx black"]] [[bronze skin|NEXT2][$skintone to "bronze"]] [[golden skin|NEXT2][$skintone to "golden"]] [[tawny skin|NEXT2][$skintone to "tawny"]] [[ochre brown skin|NEXT2][$skintone to "ochre brown"]] [[sard brown skin|NEXT2][$skintone to "sard brown"]] [[brass brown skin|NEXT2][$skintone to "brass brown"]] [[rose beige skin|NEXT2][$skintone to "rose beige"]] [[golden oak skin|NEXT2][$skintone to "golden oak"]] [[sepia brown skin|NEXT2][$skintone to "sepia brown"]] [[terra cotta brown skin|NEXT2][$skintone to "terra cotta brown"]] [[fawn skin|NEXT2][$skintone to "fawn"]] [[ash white skin|NEXT2][$skintone to "ash white"]]

Your hair was [[platinum|NEXT3][$haircolor to "platinum"]] [[mahogany|NEXT3][$haircolor to "mahogany"]] [[plum brown|NEXT3][$haircolor to "plum brown"]] [[black licorice|NEXT3][$haircolor to "black licorice"]] [[copper red|NEXT3][$haircolor to "copper red"]] [[grey|NEXT3][$haircolor to "grey"]] [[reddish blond|NEXT3][$haircolor to "reddish blond"]] [[soft black|NEXT3][$haircolor to "soft black"]] [[auburn|NEXT3][$haircolor to "auburn"]] [[caramel|NEXT3][$haircolor to "caramel"]] [[chestnut|NEXT3][$haircolor to "chestnut"]] [[burgundy|NEXT3][$haircolor to "burgundy"]] [[butterscotch|NEXT3][$haircolor to "butterscotch"]] [[jet black|NEXT3][$haircolor to "jet black"]] [[strawberry blond|NEXT3][$haircolor to "strawberry blond"]] <<textbox "$haircolor" "If your hair is dyed, input the color here in lowercase" "NEXT3">>

you kept it [[waist length|NEXT5][$hairlength to "waist length"]] [[shoulder length|NEXT5][$hairlength to "shoulder length"]] [[chin length|NEXT5][$hairlength to "chin length"]] [[short|NEXTE][$hairlength to "short"]] [[trimmed|NEXTE][$hairlength to "trimmed"]] [[shaved off|NEXTE][$hairlength to "shaved off"]]

Your eyes wandered to your body, next. Taking in the silhouette, every detail. [[You grimaced, seeing your body. You wished you could make it different, but you were unsure about hormones or surgery.|NEXTE2][$trans to "true"; $transition to "none"; $dysphoria to "true"]] [[You grimaced, seeing your body. Despite the years of hormones and surgeries, it still didn't feel 'right' sometimes.|NEXTE2][$trans to "true"; $transition to "all"; $dysphoria to "true"]] [[You grimaced, seeing your body. Despite the years of hormones and the top surgery, it still didn't feel 'right' sometimes.|NEXTE2][$trans to "true"; $transition to "top surgery and hormones"; $dysphoria to "true"]] [[You grimaced, seeing your body. Despite the years of hormones, it still didn't feel 'right' sometimes.|NEXTE2][$trans to "true"; $transition to "hormones"; $dysphoria to "true"]] [[You grimaced, seeing your body. You were cis, but the sight of your body still makes you unhappy.|NEXTE2][$trans to "false"; $dysmorphia to "true"]] [[You smiled, seeing your body. After the years of hormones, you finally felt confident and comfortable with it.|NEXTE2][$trans to "true"; $transition to "hormones"; $dysphoria to "false"]] [[You smiled, seeing your body. After the years of hormones and the top surgery, you finally felt confident and comfortable with it. |NEXTE2][$trans to "true"; $transition to "top surgery and hormones"; $dysphoria to "false"]] [[You smiled, seeing your body. After the years of hormones and surgeries, you finally felt confident and comfortable with it.|NEXTE2][$trans to "true"; $transition to "all"; $dysphoria to "false"]] [[You smiled, seeing your body. You weren't cis, but you were happy with your body and did not feel the need for surgeries or hormones.|NEXTE2][$trans to "true"; $transition to "none"; $dysphoria to "false"]] [[You smiled, seeing your body. You were confident and happy with how it looked.|NEXTE2][$trans to "false"; $dysmorphia to "false"]] [[You sighed, seeing your body. You were neither happy nor unhappy with how it looked. It was a body, and it was doing its job.|NEXTE2][$trans to "false"; $dysmorphia to "false"]]

<<audio "ambience2" stop>><<cacheaudio "OST3" "https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/927190471657291806/930885534904123462/the-outlaws-11163.mp3">><<audio "OST3" loop play>><<audio "OST3" volume 0.65>> As you stepped out of the car, you noticed an old motorcycle standing across two parking spaces. No one in Deadwood owned a motorbike, you’d know. The roads were bumpy and old, and the amount of wildlife running across them made it nearly impossible to just drive a car, never mind a motorcycle. //Well, this will be a nice, vintage dust collector,// you thought as you entered the station. You nodded at the officer at the desk, although they did not notice you, more interested in their black coffee. It was an early morning after all, so you couldn’t blame them for being half asleep. Barely anyone was in, everyone either running late or already out on patrol. You recognised Quinn at their desk, the new hire still with enthusiasm for the job. You hadn’t had much chance to speak to them, but from their reports you could tell they were a hard worker, and very ambitious. Their face lit up as they saw you, half-jumping across their desk. “You’re here!” They exclaimed, in a voice way too cheery for someone who had to wake up at 6 AM on a cold morning. “I mean, of course you are, you’re the detective, but I meant— Never mind! Good morning, <<set $quinn_approval to 40>> [[Sir!|Next Passage2][$person to "man", $heshe to "he", $himher to "him", $hisher to "his", $hishers to "his", $himselfherself to "himself"]] [[Ma’am!|Next Passage2][$person to "woman", $heshe to "she", $himher to "her", $hisher to "her", $hishers to "hers", $himselfherself to "herself"]] [[Detective!|Next Passage2][$person to "person", $heshe to "they", $himher to "them", $hisher to "their", $hishers to "theirs", $himselfherself to "themself", $mc_pronouns_plural to "true"]] [[Detective! (Custom Pronouns and Gender)|CustomPronouns]]

The energy radiating from Quinn was almost too much for your tired mind. Maybe it was their young age, or maybe they actually had a good eight hours of sleep (unlike you) but they looked ready to jump out of their own skin at any moment. They fidgeted with their fingers, constantly changed how they stood, played with their sleeves. You furrowed your brows, giving them a second glance. “Quinn,” you started, catching the new hire’s attention. “How much coffee did you have today?” Their face flushed, as they nervously scratched the back of their head. “Just a few…” You hummed, eyeing them suspiciously. “So less than three?” The guilty look on Quinn’s face was a dead giveaway. “It was five, but it’s not like it’s going to kill me! And I drink a lot of water!” They tried, and groaned when your expression did not change. The officer looked even more embarrassed, as their gaze fell. “I did sleep, I’m not unable to work, detective, I promise.” They mumbled. [[You sighed. "It’s fine, kid, no harm done."][$quinn_approval +=10; $friendly +=1]] [[You gave them a tired smile. "It’s alright, Quinn. Just try to take care of yourself, okay?"][$quinn_approval +=15; $friendly +=2]] [[You let out an annoyed noise. "Okay, fine, just don’t kill anyone with this caffeine addiction."][$quinn_approval -=15; $hostile +=2]] [[You wave your hand, dismissing them, and turn to leave.][$quinn_approval -=10; $stoic +=1]]

Quinn’s eyes lit up, just a little, and their posture became more relaxed. It’s clear that your words brought them relief. As a detective you had people looking up to you, whether you liked it or not. Quinn was one of those people, your opinion and approval meant a lot to them. “Really? Oh— thank you, detective, I was worried— Never mind, thank you!” They uttered, letting out a sigh of relief. Knowing your coworkers, Quinn was most likely a tad overworked, and tried their best to fit in with the old timers. You yourself went through that, so you sympathised with the young officer. “Go on, I’m sure you have something better to do.” You gestured to the pile of documents on their desk. Quinn’s face flushed, and they nodded, quickly gathering themselves to go back to the stacks of papers waiting for them. You had your own work waiting for you, in your office no less. The door was slightly ajar, which meant the captain was already inside. <<button "Captain Hayes" "Captain Hayes">><</button>>

Quinn looked up at you, positively surprised. Their entire body relaxed in relief, and a small, grateful smile found its way on their lips. It’s clear that your words brought them not only relief, but also calmed their nerves. As a detective you had people looking up to you, whether you liked it or not. Quinn was one of those people, your opinion and approval meant a lot to them. “Thank you, detective. It… It means a lot to me. I’ll take care of myself better, Scout’s honor!” They promised, their hand rising to their chest. Knowing your coworkers, Quinn was most likely a tad overworked, and tried their best to fit in with the old timers. You yourself went through that, so you sympathised with the young officer. Least you could do is help them find their place, and make sure they feel safe there. “It’s good to hear. Now, I won’t keep you from your work.” You said, and gestured to the pile of documents on their desk. Quinn’s face flushed, and they shot you an apologetic smile, quickly gathering themselves to go back to the stacks of papers waiting for them. You had your own work waiting for you, in your office no less. The door was slightly ajar, which meant the captain was already inside. <<button "Captain Hayes" "Captain Hayes">><</button>>

Quinn flinched at your words, their shoulders slumped slightly. Shame was painfully clear on their face, and their cheeks were flushed with embarrassment. Their eyes did not rise to meet yours. It’s clear your words made them feel even more guilty than they already were. As a detective you had people looking up to you, whether you liked it or not. Quinn was one of those people; your opinion and approval meant a lot to them. Disappointing you was something they always tried to avoid, and took every chance to win you over. “Yes, detective.” They uttered quietly, not meeting your eyes. You rubbed your temples, tired and annoyed. “You have work to do, officer. Get to it.” Quinn gave you a silent nod, and quietly went back to their desk, that had a stack of documents on top. You had your own work waiting for you, in your office no less. The door was slightly ajar, which meant the captain was already inside. <<button "Captain Hayes" "Captain Hayes">><</button>>

Quinn swallowed loudly, their gaze not meeting your own, as they quietly moved themselves out of your way. As they went back to their desk, you could see how tense they were, sitting on the old chair, working through the piles of papers. It’s clear your reaction bothered them. As a detective you had people looking up to you, whether you liked it or not. Quinn was one of those people; your opinion and approval meant a lot to them. However, you had your own work waiting for you, in your office no less. The door was slightly ajar, which meant the captain was already inside. <<button "Captain Hayes" "Captain Hayes">><</button>>

Regardless, you had no time to even begin to think about such things. You had work to do. And a displeased boss to meet. You took a deep breath and pushed the door open. Captain Hayes looked about as rested as you, although he at least had the fortune of holding a full cup of coffee. His salt and pepper hair was in disarray, you noted. The man always brushed it with his fingers whenever he was stressed. That meant something did not go as he planned. //A consistency to admire,// you thought. After the captain forced you into the position, and left you with an empty promise of a partner, it should not be a surprise that yet another plan of his tanked. “Ah, you’re here, good,” he said absently, and waved at you to close the door. You did, and sat in the chair normally reserved for guests, as Hayes made himself comfortable in your usual spot. He looked you up and down, not even bothering with pleasantries. “You look like shit.” [[Take a deep breath. Be professional. Don’t get fired for assaulting the captain.][$Hayes_approval +=4; $stoic +=2]] [[Motherfucker.][$Hayes_approval -=5; $hostile +=4]] [[Well isn’t he a delight to deal with on a Monday morning.][$Hayes_approval -=2; $sarcastic +=2]] [[If he’s stressed enough to speak like this, something must’ve gone really bad.][$Hayes_approval +=5; $friendly +=2]]

You forced a smile. Your best ‘I’d punch you in your face if it wasn’t illegal so instead I am nice to you, you absolute shit person’ smile you could muster. If Hayes noticed it was fake, he did not let it be known. Then again, he couldn’t write you up for not being genuine and friendly with him. “I had a long night, sir. I assure you, my performance at work will not be affected.” You said, and Hayes let out a bark of laughter. “I sure hope so, I’d hate to fire you.” //Be professional.// You reminded yourself. You’ve had bears attack you, Hayes was relatively harmless, if you handled him well. “You will be getting this partner after all.” Something in his voice made you think it was not exactly a good thing. “Isn’t that good news, sir? Deadwood could use an extra pair of hands.” You inquired, as captain took a significant swig from his coffee. “You might change your attitude in a minute.” He mumbled. <<button "What?" "What?">><</button>>

For a good minute, you calculated the possible sentence you could get for assaulting a police captain. To be fair, there were no witnesses, everyone knew he was an antagonistic asshole with no filter and your coworkers could probably back you up, as they hated the man as much as you did. In the worst-case scenario, you would lose your job and spend some time in a cell, but //wouldn’t it be worth it?// Punching Hayes in the face could be therapeutic, liberating even. Maybe someone could buy it as a charity service, for the town. “A little professionalism would be nice, detective.” Maybe a murder charge wouldn’t be so bad, too. It’s basically taking out the trash, working for the town. “Apologies, sir. Had a long night.” You gritted out through your teeth, clenching your fists under the table. No sincerity to be found, not on your face, and definitely not your voice. Hayes didn’t seem to care, as he waved his hand dismissively. “You will be getting this partner after all.” He sounded like someone just notifying the next of kin after another case. It didn’t make sense. “What is the catch, then, are they more trouble than help?” You inquired, as captain took a significant swig from his coffee. “You’re about to find out in a second.” He mumbled. <<button "What?" "What?">><</button>>

You barely held back a smug expression, as it pushed on your features. “I like to blend in with my surroundings.” You responded, trying not to sound too teasing. Hayes shot you a glare, and for a second he looked like he weighed his options, before finally settling on one. “Let’s skip the pleasantries, shall we?” He asked, dismissively waving his hand and taking a big sip of the cold coffee in his mug. You bit back a smirk, forcing yourself to at least seem professional and civil. But, you just couldn’t let go of a good remark. “Didn’t realise there were any, but of course, captain.” Hayes placed his mug on your desk so aggressively, that coffee spilled from it. He glared at you, for few seconds, before finally breaking the heavy silence. “You will be getting this partner after all.” He did not sound too happy about the news. “You seem very excited about it.” You commented as the captain leaned back in your poor, innocent chair, messing with the height settings. It was purely out of spite, you were sure. “Just like you will be, in a minute.” He mumbled. <<button "What?" "What?">><</button>>

You didn’t exactly like Hayes, but you could understand his job was a stressful one, and pleasantries were something far down his priority list. As for his lack of filter, well, some people just were like that, and you didn’t let that bother you. Captain had a rough morning, as did you, and while he had no right to insult you, you saw no point in harbouring animosity for it. “Everything alright, sir?” You asked, sincerely. Hayes looked up at you, obviously surprised by your reaction. For a second, a flash of guilt was on his face, before he looked down at his coffee again. “Yeah, had a rough morning. Nothing you have to worry about, kid.” He sighed, rubbing his temples. “You will be getting this partner after all.” He sounded almost apologetic. You tilted your head. “Is it not a good thing? You will have less work on your plate, sir, and the town will have more help.” You said, gently, as captain took a sip of his coffee. “I’m not sure about the ‘less work’ part, kid.” He mumbled. <<button "What?" "What?">><</button>>

The door to your office opened suddenly, and so violently the handle left a dent in the wall. Hayes had no reaction at all, besides a barely audible “for fuck’s sake we just had it painted” as he rubbed his temples. In the door stood a... [[...person, wearing a leather jacket, fingerless gloves and high-heeled boots. They looked about as happy to be here as Hayes was.|NEXT6][$a_gender to "nonbinary"; $a_person to "person"; $a_heshe to "they"; $a_himher to "them"; $a_hisher to "their"; $a_hishers to "theirs"; $a_himself to "themself"]] [[...man, wearing a leather jacket, fingerless gloves and biker boots. He looked about as happy to be here as Hayes was.|NEXT6][$a_gender to "male"; $a_person to "man"; $a_heshe to "he"; $a_himher to "him"; $a_hisher to "his"; $a_hishers to "his"; $a_himself to "himself"]] [[...woman, wearing a leather jacket, fingerless gloves and high-heeled boots. She looked about as happy to be here as Hayes was.|NEXT6][$a_gender to "female"; $a_person to "woman"; $a_heshe to "she"; $a_himher to "her"; $a_hisher to "her"; $a_hishers to "hers"; $a_himself to "herself"]]

<<audio "OST3" stop>><<cacheaudio "OST6" "https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/927190471657291806/960561455126708284/OST_6_twilight-14026.mp3">><<audio "OST6" loop play>><<audio "OST6" volume 0.75>>"Ah, detective Lortnoc. You've decided to join us." Captain's voice was probably more appropriate for a funeral than an introduction of you and your partner. The $a_person moved $a_hisher deep green eyes, looking at you with cold distance. You couldn't help but feel a shiver down your spine, when you were under $a_hisher gaze. It was... intense, to say the least. “This is detective $firstname, <<set $khari_approval to 20>><<set $khari_romance to 0>> [[Tepez|NEXT7][$Lastname to "Tepez"]] [[Rellik|NEXT7][$Lastname to "Rellik"]] [[Larnete|NEXT7][$Lastname to "Larnete"]] [[Rorrim|NEXT7][$Lastname to "Rorrim"]] [[Ayam|NEXT7][$Lastname to "Ayam"]] [[Laroc|NEXT7][$Lastname to "Laroc"]] [[Nerha|NEXT7][$Lastname to "Nerha"]] [[Larom|NEXT7][$Lastname to "Larom"]] <<textbox "$Lastname" "Type your own name here" "NEXT7">> <<set $metkhari to "true">>

"Detective $firstname $Lastname, this is detective Khari Lortnoc. You're partners now." Hayes announced, with his eyes focused more deeply on the cold coffee he was holding than either of you. The dark drink certainly seemed less confrontational than the two detectives he had in the small office. He looked up only for a second, right at you. You couldn't decide if his gaze was more pleading, or tired. "Don't make me implement a 'naughty corner' rule. //Play nice.// That means //not// putting each other in the hospital." His voice was void of emotion. You could hear a muffled snort from behind you, as Lortnoc moved closer. You didn't hear any steps, or even movement in the room as $a_heshe did it. "As if I'd waste my energy on it," $a_heshe hummed. As $a_heshe <<if $a_person is "person">>were<<else>>was<</if>> closer now, you could hear how growling and low $a_hisher voice was. You also noted the scar that was visible on $a_hisher neck. It looked like it might have come from a knife. A very sharp knife. [["Do you need some water?" you asked genuinely.][$khari_approval +=4; $friendly +=3]] [["Someone hated your voice so much they decided to shut you up permanently?"][$khari_approval -=4; $hostile +=3]] [["Now that's a voice I'm jealous of."][$khari_romance +=4; $bold +=3]] [[You kept your composure, keeping quiet as you felt Khari stand right behind you.][$khari_approval +=3; $stoic +=2]]

Khari’s eyebrow moved up, as $a_heshe looked you up and down without shame. Similar to a predator sizing up its prey. You couldn’t explain it, but a form of raw and wild power radiated from $a_himher, as well as heat. //Maybe they are warm blooded.// You thought, noticing a curious bracelet on your new partner’s wrist. As if reading your mind, a low growl escaped Lortnoc’s lips, as $a_heshe snapped $a_hisher hand from your view. “I don’t need anything from you, $Lastname.” The dangerous note in $a_hisher voice made you flinch in your seat. Hayes, on the other hand, looked unfazed. Bored, if anything. “You //will// be partners, Lortnoc. Better learn to play nice, it will be easier for everyone.” He mused, earning a truly crushing glare from Khari. The air in your small office felt heavy, and suddenly you felt like you were back in high school, looking at a fight about to happen. “When I asked you for a job, I said I work alone.” Khari gritted through $hisher teeth. “This,” $a_heshe gestured to you “is opposite of //alone//, Hayes.” Captain’s lips curled in his ‘I do not care’ smile. “Situation changed. You’ll adapt. You //both// will.” He shot you a warning glance. Your partner still didn’t look too happy. <<button "You could feel a headache coming" "You could feel a headache coming">><</button>>

Khari moved faster than you could register, and a strong hand grabbed the collar of your shirt, pulling you up with no effort. You were forced to look deep into the green eyes in front of you, as Lortnoc held you up from your chair. “Let’s get one thing straight,” $a_heshe said “I am only //considering// this partnership because you and your town became of interest to me. I am not going to be nice to you, I am not going to hold your hand and guide you through your work, and I certainly will not tolerate you. Am I being clear?” $a_heshe growled out, and for a second you could swear the pupil of $a_hisher eyes changed shape. You blinked, and it was just a regular, human eye. Lortnoc let go of your clothes, letting you slump back down into your chair. You could swear Hayes was treating this like a form of entertainment. “Glad to see you two get along.” He mused, earning a truly crushing glare from Khari. “When I asked you for a job, I said I work alone.” Khari gritted through $a_hisher teeth. “This,” $a_heshe gestured to you, “is the opposite of //alone//, Hayes.” Captain’s lips curled in his ‘I do not care’ smile. “Situation changed. You’ll adapt. You //both// will.” He shot you a warning glance. Your partner still didn’t look too happy. <<button "You could feel a headache coming" "You could feel a headache coming">><</button>>

A glimpse of amusement showed on Khari’s face, as $a_heshe gave you a closer look. Now that $a_heshe <<if $a_person is "person">>were<<else>>was<</if>> standing next to you, it was easier to notice the smaller things. The complete lack of mud on $a_hisher shoes, the smell of new leather of $a_hisher jacket, as well as a very specific aroma. Something like a mix of sandalwood, cloves and citrus. Once you looked up, you could see $a_hisher lips slowly curling into a smirk. Hayes coughed, focusing the attention on himself again. Khari didn’t bother moving $a_hisher gaze from you, not immediately. It lingered, for a few seconds, before $a_heshe finally turned back to the captain. “Yes, well, try not to kill each other, will you? I need //two// detectives, I can’t do everything alone.” Groaned Hayes, taking a sip of his coffee. Lortnoc crossed $a_hisher arms on $a_hisher chest. The expression on $a_hisher face was unreadable, even to you. “I guess we’ll have to adapt.” Judging by $a_hisher tone of voice, $a_heshe <<if $a_person is "person">>were<<else>>was<</if>> not too happy about that. <<button "You could feel a headache coming" "You could feel a headache coming">><</button>>

You kept a poker face, staring straight at Hayes, despite the unnerving feeling of someone watching you, drilling holes into your back. Khari wasn’t even subtle, with $a_hisher shameless action, especially as $a_heshe stepped closer. You could feel the heat radiating from $a_hisher skin. A shiver ran down your spine. It was as if you stood with your back to an alligator, just hoping it wouldn’t maul you at any given second. “Shy, aren’t you?” The low voice came from behind you. It was almost like a growl, or a purr. You couldn’t quite decide which. Then came a murmur of approval. “Good. I work better with quiet than senseless ramblings.” Hayes raised his eyebrows, shooting your partner an unamused look. “Are you quite finished, Lortnoc?” You could practically hear a smirk in $a_hisher voice. “Just about.” <<print $a_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> said, and you finally felt $a_hisher gaze leave your form. “This doesn’t look like what we’ve discussed, Hayes. I told you I work alone. This is the opposite of that.” <<print $a_hisher.toUpperFirst()>> voice was more stern now, cold. Distanced. It didn’t escape the captain’s attention. “You’ll adapt. You both will.” <<button "You could feel a headache coming" "You could feel a headache coming">><</button>>

Hayes came to your rescue, as he cleared his throat. It didn’t escape your attention that Khari’s brow furrowed in annoyance at the noise. “$Lastname, detective Lortnoc will shadow you for the day so $a_heshe can learn the ropes and feel the town a bit.” He said, and then paused for a moment. There were a few seconds of a battle of wills between Khari and Hayes, before finally the captain looked away. You expected your partner to make a comment, but instead $a_heshe stood in $a_hisher place, silently. Hayes rose from his chair (your chair, which he momentarily claimed) “I don’t want to hear about any incidents, alright?” His eyes focused on you. [[Trouble? Me? I would never. Anyone who says otherwise is a filthy liar.][$khari_approval +=3; $sarcastic +=2; $Hayes_approval -=2]] [[I don’t look for trouble, it’s trouble that finds me.][$khari_approval +=3; $hostile +=2; $Hayes_approval -=1]] [[If no one bothers me, there won’t be trouble. Otherwise it is out of my hands.][$stoic +2; $Hayes_approval +=2]] [[It is best to stay out of trouble, it’s going to be a long day.][$khari_approval +=2; $friendly +=2; $Hayes_approval +=5]]

A grin pushed on your lips before you could even attempt to stop it. “I will be on my best behavior, captain.” You promised, although the hint of amusement in your voice was all too easy to catch, getting the mildly annoyed frown from Hayes, and a head tilt from Khari. You couldn’t tell if the latter’s gaze was saying ‘this will be entertaining’ or ‘this idiot will get $himselfherself killed.’ Both seemed plausible enough, with how little you knew about your partner so far. //At least it means we can attempt to get along,// you thought. It //was// progress. Even if minimal. Hayes shook his head, most likely already regretting his decision to ever hire you. “I need you to do something else, too.” He muttered, careful to avoid both yours and Khari’s eyes. “I need you to go by //the// house.” Khari raised an eyebrow, but did not say a word. Whatever question $a_heshe had, $a_heshe kept it to $a_himself. You, however, suspected exactly what house the captain referred to. Deadwood may have a haunted reputation, but locals feared only one specific structure, and avoided it if possible. “The Amuart house? Why, captain, do you not have the phone number for it?” Hayes shot you a murderous glare. “Go there. Get the kid, and come back. That’s an order, detective.” You flinched. His voice was sharp enough to cut through steel. Khari moved $a_hisher eyes to you, cocking an eyebrow in a silent question. <<button "Fair enough." "Fair enough.">><</button>>

Your lips made a thin line, as your jaw clenched. You never looked for trouble, but you were never the one to run either. A reputation was important in a small town, when everything depended on their trust in you. If they deemed you unable to perform your duties, it could land you in hot water very quickly. It would be the same if they figured that you’re a doormat that could be walked over. You set your boundaries, and enforced them loudly and sometimes rudely if necessary. Nothing that would overstep the legal realms, but Hayes often complained about your lacking skill in social niceties. “We will try to avoid any incidents, if possible.” You said, carefully and calmly, although your calmness could be easily mistaken for distancing yourself. Khari made a hum of approval, but nothing beyond that. Hayes sighed, brushing a hand over his face. “I need you to do something else while you’re at it. Swing by… //the house// for me, will you?” Khari raised an eyebrow, but did not say a word. Whatever question $a_heshe had, $a_heshe kept it to $a_himself. You, however, suspected exactly what house the captain referred to. Deadwood may have a haunted reputation, but locals feared only one specific structure, and avoided it if possible. “The Amuart house, I assume.” The captain grunted a quiet noise of affirmation. “Why?” You asked bluntly. “Because I told you to. Now get on with it, detective $Lastname.” He snarled, waving at the door out of your office. Khari moved $a_hisher eyes to you, cocking an eyebrow in a silent question. <<button "Fair enough." "Fair enough.">><</button>>

Your fists clenched, albeit not on purpose. You were no stranger to trouble, be it a random wild animal trying to make you into their chew toy, or a drunk teenager who decided to try and egg your car. You understood that your position in the station didn’t make you any fans, and the youth had every right to be angry or just plainly dislike you, but you really hated cleaning the egg out of your clothes after one of their “pranks.” You were not above shouting matches with them or their parents, who tried to talk or buy their way out of legal troubles. “I will try my best.” You gritted through your teeth. From the corner of your eye you could see Khari watching you intently, as if studying you. Hayes sighed quietly in defeat, rubbing his temples. “While you’re at it, swing by… //the house,// will you?” It was easy to catch how his voice trembled as he mentioned the building. Khari raised an eyebrow, but did not say a word. Whatever question $a_heshe had, $a_heshe kept it to $a_himself. You, however, suspected exactly what house the captain referred to. Deadwood may have a haunted reputation, but locals feared only one specific structure, and avoided it if possible. “The Amuart house? Why?” Hayes flinched at the name, cursing under his breath. “I need the kid, for something, that’s all you need to know.” You pursed your lips into a thin line. Khari moved $a_hisher eyes to you, cocking an eyebrow in a silent question. <<button "Fair enough." "Fair enough.">><</button>>

You offer Hayes a genuine, although not overly expressive smile. “Of course, Captain. Is there anything else you’d need me to do?” The man looked at you for a moment, taken aback by the compliance. Eventually he regained his composure, moving the mug in his hands. “Do you mind swinging by the… you know. //The// house?” He asked, keeping the volume of his voice low. Khari raised an eyebrow, but did not say a word. Whatever question $a_heshe had, $a_heshe kept it to $a_himself. You, however, suspected exactly what house the captain referred to. Deadwood may have a haunted reputation, but locals feared only one specific structure, and avoided it if possible. “The Amuart house, sir?” You wanted to make sure. Hayes nodded, barely suppressing a shiver that came over him. “For any particular reason…?” “I need the kid.” The answer came much quicker than expected. As if Hayes wanted to spit it out, like a hair stuck in his throat. “We may have a… situation, that needs the expertise.” He explained further, although hesitantly. Khari moved $a_hisher eyes to you, cocking an eyebrow in a silent question. <<button "Fair enough." "Fair enough.">><</button>>

You didn’t exactly have a choice in the matter; you could hardly refuse an order from the captain. You shrugged your shoulders at Khari, and stood up from the chair. “Very well. If that is all, Captain…?” “It is. Go, and don't forget about the house.” You nodded, and made a step to take your leave. Khari blocked your path, as $a_heshe stood by the door, arms crossed on $a_hisher chest. <<print $a_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> made no move to let you pass. You raised an eyebrow. “Do you mind?” The annoyance in your voice was not intentional, but you had a feeling Lortnoc would hardly take it as an excuse, as $a_hisher eyes threw daggers at you. You half expected $a_himher to either punch you, or throw an insult at you, or just make a generic annoyed growl. Instead, $a_heshe just said “What are you?” You blinked, confused. “Excuse me?” Khari did not look like $a_heshe <<if $a_person is "person">>were<<else>>was<</if>> joking, not in the slightest. “What are you?” <<print $a_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> asked again. “… a $person?” <<button "You answered, confused." "You answered, confused.">><</button>>

Khari made a disgruntled noise, grimacing at you. “That is //not// what I asked you. I asked you what are—” “Leave the poor $person alone, Lortnoc, will you?” Hayes interrupted, earning a low growl from Khari. <<print $a_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> studied your face for a moment, looking for something, before finally turning around and walking out the door. You blinked, genuinely confused by the whole interaction. Then again, someone weird like Lortnoc would fit in just fine in Deadwood. You let out a deep breath and walked out after $a_himher. As soon as you did, you could see Quinn working at their desk. <<if $quinn_approval <=40>>Their shoulders slumped, as they tried to shrink themselves in their chair as soon as they caught the sight of you. The stack of papers you saw before was now gone, they must have finished checking them during your conversation with the captain. Their mug with coffee was gone, too. In its place was a shredded napkin, most likely ripped apart by them when they couldn’t find anything to busy their hands with. Their lips were pressed into a thin line, and you could see a mix of guilt, hurt and sadness paint their features. Seems like your interaction before made quite an impression on them after all. Khari shot you a questioning glance, as $a_heshe noticed the tense atmosphere. It was hard not to, Quinn stared at you like you’d killed their puppy. “Is there an issue?” Khari prompted, giving the two of you a stern look. Quinn shifted in their seat, not meeting your eyes. Lortnoc raised an eyebrow, turning $a_hisher gaze to you. “Well, $Lastname? What the hell did you do?” <<print $a_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> asked. “Me? Why the—” “$Lastname. Let me make myself clear. When I ask you a direct question, I expect a direct answer. Not a question instead, not a deflection, not changing the subject. Understood?” The tone $a_heshe used could rival that of a war general. “Now, what //the fuck// did you do?” You bit the inside of your cheek. “I may have not been the nicest to officer Quinn as I got here.” Khari gave you a long, hard look. Then, $a_heshe took a step towards you, stopping only an inch away from you. <<print $a_hisher.toUpperFirst()>> expression was completely neutral, and even $a_hisher eyes seemed to lack any aggression. “Do it again, and I’ll break your ankle.” <<print $a_hisher.toUpperFirst()>> voice was a bit too steady for your liking. It sounded like a promise, not an empty threat. You nodded, simply, and Khari’s lips curled into a grim smile. “Good. I’m glad we understand each other.” <<print $a_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> said, and walked towards the exit from the station. <<elseif $quinn_approval >=41>>Their face lit up, as they saw you walk out of your office, and excitedly waved their hand at you. Their forest green hair was in complete disarray, and you could see an imprint of a marker on their cheek, which honestly should not come to you as a suprise. Their desk was covered in colorful pens, sticky notes, and today it lacked any fidget spinners or squishy things, so they must have taken to messing their hair instead, to busy their hands. “Detective $Lastname!” They exclaimed, rising from their chair, smiling wide at you. Khari shot you a questioning look, freezing in $a_hisher spot. You shrugged your arms, and turned to Quinn, offering them a warm expression. “Officer, what can I help you with?” You asked, watching as they made their way to you. “Oh, nothing really, I wanted to help //you// actually.” They said. You blinked, genuinely surprised. “I heard you’re going to house Amuart—” “Now where did you hear that?” “— anyway, and I figured you could use this!” They ignored your question, and handed you a small pouch, filled with something. When you opened it, you saw dried sage, and a little plastic bag of salt. Your brows furrowed. “For ghosts?” You guessed. Quinn’s smile widened, as they nodded excitedly. “Better to be safe than sorry!” “Well— thank you, Quinn, that was very thoughtful.” The officer’s cheeks reddened slightly. “Oh, no need! Just want you to be safe, detective, that’s all.” You couldn’t help but smile at the concern of the young kid. It was truly heart warming. You bid them goodbye, and walked back to your partner. “What was that about?” <<print $a_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> asked. You showed $a_himher the gift. “For ghosts?” The speed at which $a_heshe guessed the purpose of it made you pause. “Well, yes. Town’s superstitious that way.” You explained. Khari stared at your for a second more, or two, before finally giving you a short nod and turning to walk towards the exit. <</if>> <<button "And off you go." "And off you go.">><</button>>

You half expected Khari to argue with you about //how// you'd move around Deadwood, since $a_heshe owned a motorcycle, but $a_heshe slid into the passenger’s seat of your car without any comments or snarls. The only thing you could complain about was how hard $a_heshe shut the door, nearly taking it off. “What did my car do to you?” You blurted out, but Khari gave no answer, glaring at you instead. It was still fairly early in the morning, so you decided not to push it. Not when you had hours of spending time together still ahead of you. You shook your head, and got behind the wheel. As you drove, you noticed how different Khari’s posture was in comparison to how it had been inside the station. <<print $a_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> had $a_hisher arms pressed tight around $a_hisher body, digging $a_hisher fists into $a_hisher sides, as if trying to warm $a_hisher palms this way. You cocked an eyebrow. It //was// a chilly day, but not chilly enough to shiver in a //car.// Especially since Khari’s clothing was somewhat adequate to the weather. [[You smirked. It’s a great opportunity for teasing.][$khari_approval -=2; $sarcastic +=1]] [[You frowned. It would be best to ask if you should turn the heating up.][$khari_approval +=3; $friendly +=1]] [[You stared at Khari for a moment, and turned the heating up.][$khari_approval +=4; $stoic +=1]] [[You gave Khari a glance and then just focused on the road. No reason for you to do anything without being asked first.][$khari_approval -=2; $hostile +=1]]

You smirked, feeling a great opportunity for teasing $a_himher about this. <<print $a_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> seemed so perfect, and now you’ve found a weak spot? No way would you ever let this go. “Should I perhaps offer you my jacket, to make you warmer?” You mused. “Or, give you a blanket? A comforter? Maybe we can make a quick stop and buy a heater—” Khari cut you offer with a loud growl. “$Lastname, has anyone ever told you that your face looks //really// punchable?” <<print $a_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> asked. Despite the low note in $a_hisher voice, hinting at the upcoming danger, $a_hisher face was a perfectly still expression of neutrality. You didn’t know what unnerved you more. Your smirk wavered. “Not lately.” Khari gave a slow nod, and just a hint of a wolfish grin creeped onto $a_hisher lips. “Keep talking, and I’ll put some color on this pretty face of yours.” <<print $a_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> murmured, and finally moved $a_hisher green eyes away from you, focusing back on the road. You kept quiet for a moment. A short moment, before you finally blurted out “So you think my face is pretty—” “Punchable, $Lastname. Very, //very// punchable.” Khari’s singsong voice cut you off, and a dangerous note in it told you it is best not to push your luck right now. <<button "You continue to drive." "You continue to drive.">><</button>>

You frowned, a feeling of concern stabbing at your heart. Khari //did// look like $a_heshe <<if $a_person is "person">>were<<else>>was<</if>> not used to the climate in Deadwood. <<print $a_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> had no scarf or a hat, you saw no umbrella with $a_himher either. After a moment of hesitation, you glanced at $a_himher, unable to wave away the worry. “Are you cold?” A low grunt answered you, but nothing besides that. Now when you thought about it, it was a bit stupid to ask that. “Would you like me to turn the heating up?” There was no movement on the passenger’s seat, as Khari continued to stare ahead, likely too proud and reserved to admit $a_heshe <<if $a_person is "person">>were<<else>>was<</if>> uncomfortable with the temperature. You swallowed the next question that pressed onto your tongue, as your hand hovered above the buttons. Khari was hard to crack as a person, it was difficult for you to recognise what kind of approach would be best. It gnawed at you, since you really wanted to help with $a_hisher discomfort. It was almost painful to watch $a_himher curl up like that into the seat. “Eyes on the road you fucking idiot!” You just about saw your entire life flash before your eyes, although it was hard to tell if it was from the volume and hoarseness of your partner’s voice booming right into your ear, or from the fact that you just nearly hit a deer running across the street, barely hitting the brakes in time. Your forehead hit the wheel, as you let out a deep breath. “Turn the heat up if it’s distracting you so much, //fucking hell,// $Lastname.” Lortnoc blurted out, and as you slowly looked up, you could see that $a_heshe <<if $a_person is "person">>were<<else>>was<</if>> as tense as you were, if not more. Cracking a weak smile, you reached out and finally turned the heat up, and Khari leaned back into the seat, muttering out a string of curse words. <<print $a_hisher.toUpperFirst()>> voice was softer, though, and as the inside of the car got warmer, you could see $a_hisher body relax a bit. “Drive, $Lastname, I don’t wish to be stranded here with you at night.” <<print $a_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> commanded, and you gave a slow nod. <<set $event1 to "rogue deer">> <<button "You continue to drive." "You continue to drive.">><</button>>

You stared at Khari for a moment, feeling a strange sting in your chest. Lortnoc //did// look like $a_heshe <<if $a_person is "person">>were<<else>>was<</if>> not used to the climate in Deadwood. <<print $a_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> had no scarf or a hat, you saw no umbrella with $a_himher either. Deadwood was often a chilly place, with a lot of rain and wind. Khari did not look like someone who frequented places like that, not with $a_hisher new and likely expensive clothing. And not with how $a_heshe <<if $a_person is "person">>were<<else>>was<</if>> barely covering up the shivers of $a_hisher body. You reached out and turned the heat up, without saying a word. You could catch a glimpse of a surprised expression on your partner’s face, as $a_heshe noticed your action. No words were said, but the atmosphere relaxed significantly. Khari was no longer hugging $a_himself so desperately, and $a_hisher hands were laying comfortably at $a_hisher knees, no longer clenched into fists. “Thanks,” $a_heshe muttered, after a long moment of silence. You couldn’t fight back the soft smile that pressed onto your lips. “No problem, Khar.” <<print $a_hisher.toUpperFirst()>> face twisted into a grimace. “Do not ever call me that. It’s atrocious.” <<print $a_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> huffed, but at the sight of your apologetic glance, $a_heshe sighed heavily. “Eyes on the road, $Lastname. If you don’t kill us today, //maybe// I will let you call me a nickname.” You did as $a_heshe asked, but your smile widened. There was hope for the two of you yet. <<button "You continue to drive." "You continue to drive.">><</button>>

You gave Khari a glance. Lortnoc //did// look like $a_heshe <<if $a_person is "person">>were<<else>>was<</if>> not used to the climate in Deadwood. <<print $a_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> had no scarf or a hat, you saw no umbrella with $a_himher either. Deadwood was often a chilly place, with a lot of rain and wind. Khari did not look like someone who frequented places like that, not with $a_hisher new and likely expensive clothing. And not with how $a_heshe <<if $a_person is "person">>were<<else>>was<</if>> barely covering up the shivers of $a_hisher body. But, $a_heshe did not ask you to do anything. More than that, $a_heshe <<if $a_person is "person">>were<<else>>was<</if>> rude to you since the second you two met. There was no obligation for you to be nice or even civil towards $a_himher. If Khari wanted you to turn the heat up, $a_heshe would have to ask you for it $a_himself. The silence filled the inside of the car, as you continued to drive. Lortnoc did not say a word, and didn’t even look at you, staring at the road ahead instead, and so sternly as if trying to force something into existence. You bit the inside of your cheek. It was going to be a long day. <<button "You continue to drive." "You continue to drive.">><</button>>

<<audio "OST6" stop>><<cacheaudio "OST8" "https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/927190471657291806/960561495673040906/OST_8_sad-piano-loop-13074.mp3">><<audio "OST8" loop play>><<audio "OST8" volume 0.80>>After a very brief tour — //very// brief, as Khari made it quite clear that $a_heshe <<if $a_person is "person">>were<<else>>was<</if>> not going to walk around the town at this hour, just to know where the bakery or pharmacy is — you parked in front of the infamous house. The Amuart house. “This is the building that’s intimidating Hayes so much?” Just by the tone of Khari's voice, you could tell $a_heshe <<if $a_person is "person">>were<<else>>was<</if>> not impressed. You could hardly blame $a_himher, since the home looked nothing short of ordinary. A small, old structure, painted grey and white, with the number 13 holding onto its dear life on the black, wooden door. It was fate's cruel sense of humor, that the most unlucky family in town lived under the number 13. “That’s the one.” You mumbled, getting out of the car. You hadn't had the pleasure to meet the famous 'Psychic Kid' that had everyone muttering silent prayers, but you'd heard the stories. The child that died by accident, and after being brought back by the EMTs, became a magnet for the wandering souls of the dead, and the more sinister entities from behind the veil. Khari stood on the pavement next to you, staring down the invisible enemy in front of $a_himher. You wondered if $a_heshe too felt the creeping sense of dread while being so close to the haunted house. If $a_heshe did, $a_heshe showed no signs of it, shrugging $a_hisher shoulders. “Let’s just grab this kid and get on with it.” Setting the feelings about your partner aside, you couldn't agree with $a_himher more at that moment. You walked to the door, and knocked a few times, loudly. There was no noise coming from the other side, and no doorbell to ring either. You looked back at Khari, who gave you a glare in return. <<button "You knocked again." "You knocked again.">><</button>>

As you knocked again, the number 13 hanging on the door shook, threatening to fall any second now. Still, there was no answer, and for a moment you considered the possibility that the owner was simply not home, before a string of muffled curse words came from behind the door. Amuart was definitely inside then. Khari walked up to stand next to you, with a stormy look on $a_hisher face. “This is ridiculous.” <<print $a_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> growled out, and then pounded $a_hisher fist on the door. The poor number 13 hit the ground, and the door nearly fell off its hinges. “I can hear you, genius, open the goddamn door before I do it for you!” You stared at Khari in disbelief. <<print $a_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> looked at you, hostility clear on $a_hisher face. “What, $Lastname, got something to say?” <<print $a_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> asked. [[“That… that’s illegal.”][$khari_approval -=1; $shy +=1; $good_cop +=5; $bad_cop -=5]] [[“You can’t just do that— say that—both!”][$khari_approval +=2; $bold +=1; $good_cop +=5; $bad_cop -=5]] [[“About time.”][$khari_approval +=3; $stoic +=1; $good_cop -=5; $bad_cop +=5]] [[You just stared.][$khari_approval +=2; $stoic +=1; $good_cop -=5; $bad_cop +=5]]

You blinked, bewildered. “That's... that is illegal. We cannot just remove the door, or threaten the resident to make them come out.” You uttered, finally finding back your voice. Khari could be quite intimidating without doing anything, but now $a_heshe looked downright pissed. “It is also not legal to download music from the internet, $Lastname.” “That is entirely different!” “Is it?” You had neither a good enough response to that, nor the energy to spend any more time arguing in the chilly morning, in front of a haunted house, so you just shook your head in disbelief. Khari's lips moved into a victorious, but humorless smirk, as $a_heshe knocked aggressively at the door yet again. “Alright, alright, I'm coming, //fucking hell,// not everyone is awake before 1 PM.” Came a disgruntled voice from behind the door. <<button "Finally." "Finally.">><</button>>

For just a moment you thought you were in a fever dream, as you stared at your partner in utter disbelief. “You cannot just— you can't just do that— say that— both!” You let out finally, in a voice a bit higher than you'd intended. Khari's brows furrowed, as $a_heshe gave you a long, stern look. You felt as if you were back in school, trying to fight with a teacher who just had a baseless grudge against you. “Try and stop me, $Lastname.” <<print $a_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> said, in a perfectly calm voice. It unnerved you, how fast $a_heshe could shut down all of $a_hisher emotions, just to let it come back out like a bomb going off, without a warning. “Go on. I'll wait. I will even handcuff myself, so you'll have a chance.” <<print $a_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> dared, staring right into your $eyecolor eyes. Before either of you could do or say anything more, a loud noise came from behind the door. It sounded suspiciously like someone walking into a glass cabinet. “Fuck, I'm coming, I'm coming, don't get blood on my porch.” A muffled voice spoke up from inside the house. <<button "Finally." "Finally.">><</button>>

You shrugged, dismissively, leaning against wall. “Nothing. Just about time.” Khari's brows furrowed, as $a_heshe gave you a long look. “About time?” “About time.” <<print $a_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> hummed, eyeing you suspiciously. As if $a_heshe suspected a different reaction, and now wondered what to make of you. Perhaps there //was// a possibility of a civil partnership between the two of you. For a moment, you thought $a_heshe would say something, with how the corner of $a_hisher lips twitched, but then $a_hisher head snapped back to glare at the door -- and soon $a_heshe <<if $a_person is "person">>were<<else>>was<</if>> banging at it again, this time with even more aggression. “Fuck, I'm coming, I'm coming, you brute.” A tired and annoyed voice came from behind the door, muffled just enough to make it hard to guess who was the owner. You did hear however that something was happening with the lock at the door. <<button "Finally." "Finally.">><</button>>

Khari stared back at you, waiting for an answer, but you gave $a_himher nothing but silence. You saw no need to speak, and just shrugged your shoulders, leaning against the wall, right by the door. If $a_hisher method worked, it worked, there was no need to dwell on it. <<print $a_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> tilted $a_hisher head, staring at you so intently, as if trying to read your mind. Luckily, both of you did not need to wait longer, because someone finally unlocked the door, albeit cursing quietly like a drunken sailor. <<button "Finally." "Finally.">><</button>>

When the door opened, you saw... [[...a woman, in a band T-Shirt that was clearly too big for her, and a long-sleeved shirt under it.|NEXT10][$g_gender to "female"; $g_person to "woman"; $g_heshe to "she"; $g_himher to "her"; $g_hisher to "her"; $g_hishers to "hers"; $g_himself to "herself"]] [[...a person, in a band T-Shirt that was clearly too big for them, and a long-sleeved shirt under it.|NEXT10][$g_gender to "nonbinary"; $g_person to "person"; $g_heshe to "they"; $g_himher to "them"; $g_hisher to "their"; $g_hishers to "theirs"; $g_himself to "themself"]] [[...a man, in a band T-Shirt that was clearly too big for him, and a long-sleeved shirt under it.|NEXT10][$g_gender to "male"; $g_person to "man"; $g_heshe to "he"; $g_himher to "him"; $g_hisher to "his"; $g_hishers to "his"; $g_himself to "himself"]]

And you <<set $morgan_approval to 20>><<set $morgan_romance to 0>> [[had to look up slightly. (Height under 161 cm)|NEXT11][$height to "very short"]] [[looked right at them. (Height between 162-169 cm)|NEXT11][$height to "short"]] [[had to look down slightly. (Height between 170-177 cm)|NEXT11][$height to "average"]] [[had to look down quite a bit. (Height between 178-187 cm)|NEXT11][$height to "tall"]] [[considered crouching. (Height between 188-195 cm)|NEXT11][$height to "very tall"]] <<set $metmorgan to "true">>

<<if $height is "very tall">>You considered crouching for a second, just so you could look the $g_person in the eye, but a quick and hostile glare from Khari advised you not to even attempt such a thing. In retrospect, probably making a height joke when your very lethal and very angry partner was shorter than you, did not seem like the best idea.<</if>> You showed the $g_person your credentials, although from the bored look $g_heshe gave you, you could guess $g_heshe did not even glance at your ID. “What have I ever done to you?” <<print $g_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> asked, with a tired expression. You blinked, thrown off. “Excuse me?” “You heard me.” Khari behind you barely held back a snicker, clearly amused by how much the $g_person seemed to not care about who you were, and why were you at $g_hisher house. “It's 9 in the morning, why did you //assault// my door at this ungodly hour?” “I... well...” “$Lastname, do you need //me// to hold your hand through //your// job?” Khari's comment at least sparked //some// kind of reaction on the $g_person's face. It looked almost like amusement. <<print $g_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> <<if $g_person is "person">>were<<else>>was<</if>> //amused.// “I did not go to work today thinking I'd be bullied by my partner //and// a psychic.” You muttered, rubbing your temples. For a second you wondered if this is what Hayes feels like, whenever he has to deal with this sort of thing. “Morgan Amuart, I assume?” “Unfortunately.” Answered the monotone voice. “I told your boss that I have the day off.” <<print $g_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> added, although there was no dangerous note in $g_hisher voice. Khari leaned against the doorway, crossing $a_hisher arms across $a_hisher chest, watching you with curiosity. You sighed. “Your expertise is needed, I'm afraid.” Morgan looked not even a tiny bit surprised, and just sighed heavily. “Of course. New corpse drops, so the psychic has to be called.” <<print $g_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> mumbled, going back inside the house. After a moment of hesitation, and exchanging glances with Lortnoc, you decided to follow $g_himher. The interior looked more accurate to what your imagination had created. Everything was in toned down colors, mostly shades of grey and black. Dust covered most of the furniture, and cobwebs were thick in the corners of the ceiling. No lights were lit, no windows were open. The air inside the house was quite stuffy, and you had to suppress a cough. That didn't surprise you. What did, was everything else. You could see several dirty dishes standing on the table, in the sink, and on the counters. Empty plastic bottles laying near the trashcan, and clothes piled on chairs in a complete mess. The couch resembled a nest, with how many blankets and pillows were on it. A noise between a snarl and a whine escaped Khari's lips, as $a_hisher eyes stalked Morgan's small figure. For a moment you thought Lortnoc was just angry as always, maybe unhappy about the mess, but soon you recognised the emotion on Khari's face. It was worry. If Lortnoc was worried, then you probably should be too. “Morgan?” You called out, as Amuart continued to walk all over the house, gathering a curious collection of things and shoving each of them inside a tattered bag. “I'm getting my things, don't hurry me.” The honest exhaustion in Morgan's voice was impossible to miss. [[You turned to Khari. “Care to share?”][$khari_approval -=2; $sarcastic +=3]] [[You turned to Khari. “You’re worried. Why?”][$khari_approval +=3; $friendly +=3]] [[You quickly checked the time on your watch. “Be quicker, we should leave as soon as possible.”][$morgan_approval -=2; $khari_approval -=2; $hostile +=3]] [[You smiled softly. “It’s alright. Take your time.”][$morgan_approval +=5; $khari_approval +=4; $friendly +=3]]

You turned to Khari. <<print $a_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> seemed to clearly know something, or notice something that you missed. Maybe it annoyed you slightly, that $a_heshe did not volunteer the information, and kept it to $a_himself, or maybe you were just angry at yourself for not being able to notice more. Either way, you were not able to disguise the hint of annoyance in your voice, as you spoke. “Care to share?” Khari's green eyes threw daggers at you, as $a_heshe turned to face you. “No. I do not.” <<print $a_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> snapped, physically moving away from you. You raised your hands in surrender, not digging further. Whatever it was that worried Lortnoc, it was not worth getting punched in the face. “Alright, I have everything. Where's the roadkill?” Morgan's monotone voice forced your attention back to $g_himher. <<print $g_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> now had a pale blue hoodie on, and a bag hanging from $g_hisher arm. Khari's brows furrowed, as $a_heshe looked Amuart up and down. “You realize it's cold outside, yes?” “I'm dead inside, the cold doesn't bother me.” Morgan quipped back immediatly. Something in $g_hisher tone of voice told you $g_heshe <<if $a_person is "person">>weren't<<else>>wasn't<</if>> joking. Lortnoc looked conflicted for a second, as if fighting with $a_himself, before finally letting out a snarl and turning back, to march towards the car. Morgan followed you out, barely keeping $g_hisher eyes open. “A teddy bear, <<if $a_person is "person">>aren't<<else>>isn't<</if>> $a_heshe?” <<print $g_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> mused. You bit back a chuckle. “You have no idea.” <<button "Khari glared at you both from the car." "Khari glared at you both from the car.">><</button>>

You turned to face Khari, glancing over at $a_himher. The concern may have been mixed with the usual annoyance and anger, but it was still quite clear to you. Since Lortnoc didn't seem the type to worry over nothing, it only made you furrow your brows more. “You're worried.” It wasn't a question, just a statement, and it got Khari's attention, making $a_himher look at you. “Why?” For a moment $a_heshe kept you in silence, broken only by Morgan's occassional scoffs as $g_heshe bumped into something or had a trouble finding a thing $g_heshe needed. Khari moved $a_hisher eyes from you, carefully watching Amuart again. “When does a person stop worrying about their surroundings, this severely, $Lastname?” <<print $a_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> asked, and you were surprised at the unusual softness in $a_hisher voice. It was by no means the usual gentle tone you'd hear from anyone else, but for Lortnoc it was still shockingly soft. However, now that you thought of it, you //had// seen a house like this before. Many times, actually. Usually it involved a lot of police tape, few more officers and a dead body. Understanding flashed on your face, and Khari nodded slowly, $a_hisher expression turning rather grim. “Alright, I have everything. Where's the roadkill?” Morgan's monotone voice forced your attention back to $g_himher. <<print $g_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> now had a pale blue hoodie on, and a bag hanging from $g_hisher arm. Khari's brows furrowed, as $a_heshe looked Amuart up and down. You couldn't help but do the same, face twisted in deep worry. “You realize it's cold outside, yes?” “I'm dead inside, the cold doesn't bother me.” Morgan quipped back immediately. Something in $g_hisher tone of voice told you $g_heshe <<if $a_person is "person">>weren't<<else>>wasn't<</if>> joking. Lortnoc looked conflicted for a second, as if fighting with $a_himself, before finally letting out a snarl and turning back, to march towards the car. To be frank, it was probably the most positive emotion $a_heshe displayed in the few hours you knew $a_himher anyway. Morgan followed you out, barely keeping $g_hisher eyes open. “A teddy bear, <<if $a_person is "person">>aren't<<else>>isn't<</if>> $a_heshe?” <<print $g_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> mused. A sad smile crawled onto your lips. “You have no idea.” <<button "Khari glared at you both from the car." "Khari glared at you both from the car.">><</button>>

You glanced at the watch on your wrist, checking the time. Hayes //did// ask you to deliver the psychic on your way back, and while you did cut Khari's tour short, you had a sense that it was best not to hang around for too long and just hurry up. “Be quicker, we should leave as soon as possible.” You sighed, letting your shoulder slump. When a loud, gutteral growl came from behind you, however, you jumped right back into the straight posture, hand going for your gun on instinct. For a second you could swear a bear or a tiger was about to jump you, but when you turned, all you saw was Khari's green eyes, glaring at you with fury. Morgan didn't look the happiest either. Apart from the apathy on $g_hisher face, there was no mistake that your words struck a nerve. “Your name is $firstname $Lastname, isn't it, Detective?” <<print $g_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> asked, $g_hisher eyes narrowed. Unsettled, you nodded. Morgan hummed quietly, not dropping $g_hisher gaze. “I saw your parents. Do not give me a reason to make you see them too.” The threat was so sudden and unexpected, that it made you physically back away. Khari let out a low noise of approval, no doubt meant for Morgan, as $a_heshe crossed $a_hisher arms. Outnumbered, you lowered your eyes in defeat, as Morgan went back to gathering $g_hisher things. Fortunately, you did not have to wait too long. “Alright, I have everything. Where's the roadkill?” Morgan's monotone voice forced your attention back to $g_himher. <<print $g_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> now had a pale blue hoodie on, and a bag hanging from $g_hisher arm. Khari's brows furrowed, as $a_heshe looked Amuart up and down. “You realize it's cold outside, yes?” “I'm dead inside, the cold doesn't bother me.” Morgan quipped back immediately. Something in $g_hisher tone of voice told you $g_heshe <<if $a_person is "person">>weren't<<else>>wasn't<</if>> joking. Lortnoc looked conflicted for a second, as if fighting with $a_himself, before finally letting out a snarl and turning back, to march towards the car. Morgan followed you out, barely keeping $g_hisher eyes open. “A cheery team you two make.” <<print $g_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> mused. You held back a grimace. “You have no idea.” <<set $event4 to "morgan threat">> <<button "Khari glared at you both from the car." "Khari glared at you both from the car.">><</button>>

You smiled softly, watching Morgan's movements. “It's alright. Take your time.” You said, careful to take in the $g_person's reaction to your words. <<print $g_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> looked surprised, even though $g_heshe tried to hide it under the thin veil of apathy. For that short second, you could clearly see how heavy was the burden $g_heshe carried. How it weighed on $g_hisher arms, exhausted $g_himher in ways you could not even begin to imagine. Concern and pity grabbed your heart, squeezing it painfully, like a cruel child choking a pretty bird. “Yeah, okay.” <<print $g_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> muttered, lowering $g_hisher gaze, and shuffling quickly to go back to packing. Your $eyecolor eyes stalked $g_hisher figure for just a moment longer, before your gaze turned to Khari. <<print $a_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> <<if $a_person is "person">>were<<else>>was<</if>> staring at you with a wary expression, as if $a_heshe couldn't decide whether to throttle you, or start to trust you. “Is something wrong, Khari?” You asked, your head tilting. <<print $a_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> considered, for a quick minute, before finally shaking $a_hisher head. “Are you sure? You looked quite concerned.” You tried, keeping your voice gentle. Lortnoc let out a grunt, but less hostile than usually. <<print $a_hisher.toUpperFirst()>> face was somewhat absent, and you decided not to press it. If $a_heshe wanted to tell you, $a_heshe would. “Alright, I have everything. Where's the roadkill?” Morgan's monotone voice forced your attention back to $g_himher. <<print $g_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> now had a pale blue hoodie on, and a bag hanging from $g_hisher arm. Khari's brows furrowed, as $a_heshe looked Amuart up and down. Similar to a parent looking over their child, or a partner worrying over their significant other. “You realize it's cold outside, yes?” “I'm dead inside, the cold doesn't bother me.” Morgan quipped back immediately. Something in $g_hisher tone of voice told you $g_heshe <<if $a_person is "person">>weren't<<else>>wasn't<</if>> joking, and it pressed at your chest painfully. Lortnoc looked conflicted for a second, as if fighting with $a_himself, before finally letting out a snarl and turning back, to march towards the car. Morgan followed you out, barely keeping $g_hisher eyes open. “A teddy bear, <<if $a_person is "person">>aren't<<else>>isn't<</if>> $a_heshe?” <<print $g_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> mused, fixing you a slightly less bleak expression. You bit back a soft chuckle. “You have no idea.” <<button "Khari glared at you both from the car." "Khari glared at you both from the car.">><</button>>

“Can you two hurry up?” <<print $a_hisher.toUpperFirst()>> eye twitched angrily, as $a_heshe tapped $a_hisher fingers on the hood of your car. “I would rather get somewhere inside.” You could understand why, remembering how $a_heshe reacted to the cold in the car. Morgan, however, did not seem to give a shit, and chose to eye your car cautiously. “That car itself is responsible for global warming.” <<print $g_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> mumbled, kicking at the tire. You grimaced, feeling hurt on behalf of your vehicle. It //was// old, and repaired more times than you could count, and it //did// break down randomly at the most inconvenient moments, but it was still your car. Until it posed a direct threat to public health, you were not going to get rid of it. “Don't bully my car, she's sensitive.” “//She?//” Morgan looked at you with wide eyes, $g_hisher lips twitching in some attempt at a smile. “Oh, you //named// it, didn't you? You're one of those.” You shifted your weight, arching an eyebrow. “One of what?” Morgan's smile would look better in a horror movie, with how forced and strained it was. “A $person who treats $hisher car like a spouse.” <<print $g_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> clarified, pointing a finger at you accusingly. You let out a deep breath, averting your eyes. Khari stared between the two of you, possibly deciding who to murder first, and in what specific, gruesome way to do it. “I do //not// and Buttercup is too old for me anyway,” Morgan looked ready to double down in a fit of laughter, but frozen still, as if any action indicating positive emotions brought $g_himher physical pain. “The car's name is //Buttercup.//” <<print $g_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> repeated slowly, nodding $g_hisher head. Khari threw $a_hisher hands in the air. “For fuck's sake, both of you, get in the damn tin-can, before I hotwire it.” <<print $a_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> threatened. You put up your hands in surrender, sitting behind the wheel. Lortnoc took the passenger's seat next to you, and Morgan got onto the seats behind you. “Put the seat belt on.” Khari shot Amuart a glare, not turning away until the psychic sighed heavily, and did as $g_heshe <<if $g_person is "person">>were<<else>>was<</if>> told. <<if $event1 is "rogue deer">>“Try not to get us killed this time, will you, $Lastname?” You felt your partner's eyes stabbing at you, making you squirm in your seat against your will. “It was an accident,” you started, mumbling the words, but Morgan's all too curious voice cut you off. “I'm sorry, you almost killed the two of you //already?// It's not even noon!” Khari gave you a telling look, and you groaned. “It's a long story.” “We have time.” “Too long of a story //for now!//” Amuart huffed, unhappily, but leaned back in $g_hisher seat, letting you off the hook. For now. <<else>>You started the engine, and drove.<</if>> <<button "Off to the station." "Off to the station.">><</button>>

<<textbox "$heshe" "they">> <<textbox "$himher" "them">> <<textbox "$hisher" "their">> <<textbox "$hishers" "theirs">> <<textbox "$himselfherself" "themself">> <<textbox "$gender" "gender">> <<textbox "$person" "person">> <<textbox "$mc_pronouns_plural" "plural pronouns - true/false (leave only true or false, accordingly)">> [[That's me.|Next Passage2]]

<<audio "OST8" stop>><<cacheaudio "OST3" "https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/927190471657291806/930885534904123462/the-outlaws-11163.mp3">><<audio "OST3" loop play>><<audio "OST3" volume 0.70>>The drive back to the station was significantly calmer than one would expect. Morgan decided to take a nap, with head pressed into the car door, and Khari made it $a_hisher personal mission to keep the atmosphere tense between the two of you. <<print $a_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> didn't look at you, and that's what probably made it so obvious. <<print $a_hisher.toUpperFirst()>> eyes were dead set on the road before you, no matter if it was completely empty and unappealing. Even once you parked, Lortnoc kept quiet, apart from a low grunt as $a_heshe opened the door. The sound of it being closed so violently woke up Morgan, who yawned loudly. “Oh, joy, are we at the cage yet?” <<print $g_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> asked, rubbing $g_hisher eyes. Your brows furrowed. “The cage?” Morgan nodded, stretching $g_hisher back. “The cage, the boy's club, glorified wild-west role play, take your pick.” <<print $g_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> mused, with little to no emotion behind $g_hisher voice. It was chilling, how detached $g_heshe <<if $g_person is "person">>were.<<else>>was.<</if>> Then again, wouldn't you, if you had ghosts contacting you at any given hour, any given day? “Hayes asked for you.” Morgan's lips pressed into a thin line. No one truly liked Captain Hayes. “Let's get going.” Begrudgingly, Amuart followed you inside the station, pulling the hood of $g_hisher clothes hard enough to disort $g_hisher face from anyone nearby. Khari was busy at the coffee machine, you noticed, stirring a fresh cup. The door to Captain's office was closed, but there was a slim possibility he was just waiting for you. Still, you could just use the extra minutes to talk with Morgan and learn more about $g_himher, or go to your partner and pester them with a few questions. [["I will need to know more about Khari if we will work together." You thought to yourself.|Khari][$khari_approval +=1]] [["Learning more about Morgan seems like a good idea." You thought to yourself.|Morgan][$morgan_approval +=4]]

Your $eyecolor eyes landed on your partner's silhouette. <<print $a_hisher.toUpperFirst()>> face remained perfectly blank, as $a_heshe ignored the stares of other officers at the station. They gawked, of course, not too subtle about the attention they paid to your partner. After all, Khari //was// attractive, aesthetically at the very least. <<print $a_hisher.toUpperFirst()>> scar seemed like the only imperfection, if you didn't count the abrasive attitude. Hesitantly, you walked towards $a_himher, already feeling the intense stare burning holes into your person. “What do you want, $Lastname?” <<print $a_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> asked, not bothering to hide the clear annoyance at your very existence. Your brows furrowed. “Why the hostility?” “Why the talking?” <<print $a_hisher.toUpperFirst()>> quick response almost made you trip mid-step. “Well,” you started, digging your hands into the pockets of your clothes. “Maybe I'd like to actually //know// something about the $a_person I'm working with.” <<print $a_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> grimaced at your words. For a second, you thought $a_heshe might crush the cup of coffee in $a_hisher hands. “Listen,” <<print $a_hisher.toUpperFirst()>> hoarse voice broke the silence. “I work alone, //kitten//, I do not make exceptions. Not for you, not for anyone else.” //Huh.// Something in $a_hisher tone made your skin crawl. Similar to when you had to talk someone down, someone erratic with a loaded weapon in hand. Like every word might escalate the situation further, or can lead to a peaceful resolution. “Hayes made us partners. That means, whether we like it or not, we have to be able to work together sometimes. That would be much easier if we had more information on each other, no?” Khari's eyes lightened up, fixated on you. <<print $a_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> did not interrupt you, and so you took it as a sign to continue. “Question for a question, what do you say?” <<print $a_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> remained quiet for a while. <<print $a_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> didn't look ready to strangle you, which was a progress, and finally $a_heshe groaned, leaning against the wall. “Fine. Ask your damn question, $Lastname.” <<print $a_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> muttered, lifting up the cup of coffee to $a_hisher lips. <<set $event3 to "khari talk">> [[“What brings you to Deadwood?”|KhariQ1][$khari_approval +=2; $stoic +=2]] [[“How did you get that scar on your neck?”|KhariQ2][$khari_approval -=3; $bold +=2]]

You turned to Morgan, staring for a moment, thinking about what could you possibly ask $g_himher. You knew next to nothing about $g_himher, so it was hard to figure out where to start. Luckily for you, $g_heshe noticed your puzzled expression, and let out a heavy, tired sigh. “Go on, ask your questions, detective. Better to get it out of the way now, than later.” <<print $g_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> muttered, hands digging into the pockets of $g_hisher hoodie. <<set $event3 to "morgan talk">> [[“Do you really see ghosts?”|M1]] [[“How does it work, your ability?”|M2]] [[“Did you really die?”|M3][$morgan_approval -=1;]] [[“Do you see any ghosts here?”|M4]]

“Do you //really// see ghosts?” you blurted out, but fortunately for you, Morgan did not seem fazed by the question. More tired, than anything. You realised that it was probably something that everyone asked $g_himher. “Yes, I do. And no, it is not fun, or cool, if that is your next question.” <<print $g_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> said, careful to keep $g_hisher gaze fixed on the floor. [[“It does sound cool, though.”][$morgan_approval -=1; $bold +=1]] [[“It sounds exhausting.”][$morgan_approval +=1; $stoic +=1]] [[“It sounds scary.”][$morgan_approval +=0; $shy +=1]]

“How does it work, your ability?” Morgan rubbed $g_hisher temples, keeping $g_hisher eyes closed this time. For a moment, you thought $g_heshe didn't hear you, or ignored you on purpose, until you realised $g_heshe was simply trying to word a coherent answer for you. “I will explain it in a way you will hopefully understand.” <<print $g_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> said finally, taking a deep breath. “I am closer to the dead than a normal person, on a spiritual level. This means, that if a spirit is strong enough, they would be corporeal to me. I could hear them, sometimes. In most extreme cases, they could wear my body as a meat suit, albeit for a short time. I am usually prepared to protect myself against it.” <<print $g_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> explained, waving $g_hisher arm in a dismissive manner. All the while $g_heshe spoke, $g_heshe stared into a corner of the room, with an expression that could be read as a 'do not even think about it.' However, there was no one standing there, at least no one you could see. [[“There’s nothing there.”|M2.2][$morgan_approval -=1; $bold +=1]] [[“Is someone there?”|M2.23][$morgan_approval +=0; $bold +=1]] [[“Are you okay right now?”|M2.24][$morgan_approval +=2; $friendly +=1]]

“Did you really die?” You asked, before you could rethink your actions. Morgan's eyes grew darker, and $g_hisher features seemed sharper now, definitely more tense. “I'm not continuing this conversation.” <<button "A voice called you." "A voice called you.">><</button>>

“Do you see any ghosts here?” Morgan raised $g_hisher tired eyes at you, as if wondering whether you even deserve an answer to this question. “Would you really want me to tell you? Would you like to hear that there's a dead person in every corner of this station, stalking your every move, attempting to touch you?” <<print $g_hisher.toUpperFirst()>> voice did not waver, it stayed as steady and as emotionless as ever. [[Yes.][$morgan_approval -=1; $bold +=1]] [[No.][$morgan_approval +=1; $shy +=1]]

“It sounds scary.” Morgan's head tilted at your words. Not quite curious, more so surprised by the raw honesty of your words. As if $g_heshe <<if $g_person is "person">>were<<else>>was<</if>> not used to it, or at least did not expect it to come from //you.// “It can be, at times.” <<print $g_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> said, finally. “Any more questions?” [[“Do you really see ghosts?”|M4.1]] [[“Did you really die?”|M3.1][$morgan_approval -=1;]] [[“No, that's all.”|A voice called you.]]

“It sounds... exhausting.” You said finally, after a second of consideration. Morgan's eyes flickered, $g_hisher attention finally snapping back to you. It was easy to miss, but there was a shadow of genuine surprise on $g_hisher face. “It is.” <<print $g_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> nodded, leaning against the nearest wall. Despite the nap $g_heshe had earlier, $g_heshe still looked tired. The kind of tired someone is after running on fumes for an entire week. “Anything else, detective?” [[“How does it work, your ability?”|M2.1]] [[“Did you really die?”|M3.1][$morgan_approval -=1;]] [[“Do you see any ghosts here?”|M4.1]] [[“No, that's all.”|A voice called you.]]

“It does sound cool, thought.” You muttered, not sure if the quietness of your voice was a result of the topic of your conversation, or your less than active partner. Morgan looked less interested in talking to you by the second. <<print $g_hisher.toUpperFirst()>> eyes stabbed at you, as $g_heshe stared you down. “I bet it does to someone like //you//.” <<print $g_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> did not elaborate, and did not even attempt to continue talking. <<button "A voice called you." "A voice called you.">><</button>>

“How does it work, your ability?” Morgan rubbed $g_hisher temples, keeping $g_hisher eyes closed this time. For a moment, you thought $g_heshe didn't hear you, or ignored you on purpose, until you realised $g_heshe was simply trying to word a coherent answer for you. “I will explain it in a way you will hopefully understand.” <<print $g_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> said finally, taking a deep breath. “I am closer to the dead than a normal person, on a spiritual level. This means, that if a spirit is strong enough, they would be corporeal to me. I could hear them, sometimes. In most extreme cases, they could wear my body as a meat suit, albeit for a short time. I am usually prepared to protect myself against it.” <<print $g_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> explained, waving $g_hisher arm in a dismissive manner. All the while $g_heshe spoke, $g_heshe stared into a corner of the room, with an expression that could be read as a 'do not even think about it.' However, there was no one standing there, at least no one you could see. [[“There’s nothing there.”][$morgan_approval -=1; $bold +=1]] [[“Is someone there?”][$morgan_approval +=0; $bold +=1]] [[“Are you okay right now?”][$morgan_approval +=2; $friendly +=1]]

“Did you really die?” You asked, before you could rethink your actions. Morgan's eyes grew darker, and $g_hisher features seemed sharper now, definitely more tense. “I am done answering your questions.” <<button "A voice called you." "A voice called you.">><</button>>

“There’s nothing there.” The words leave your mouth, and very quickly you regret ever opening your lips, as Morgan's icy stare turned to you. Suddenly, you felt smaller. <<if $height is "very short">>Even smaller than usual.<</if>> You did not expect this amount of hostility from Amuart, especially not at a statement like that. “I'm done with your questions.” <<button "A voice called you." "A voice called you.">><</button>>

Remembering the skillset Morgan had, it was hard to fight back the curiosity. You've heard stories, that Amuart saw the dead walking among the regular people, and from what $g_heshe $g_himself have told you, that seemed to be true. If there was a spirit at the station, you wouldn't be really that surprised. It was old, and people inside were often desperate, or had access to weapons. Someone surely died there. “Is someone there?” You asked. Morgan looked at you, bewildered by the question. “By the wall. Is someone there? Someone //you// see.” You specified. This made Amuarts previously surprised expression melt back into apathy. <<print $g_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> shrugged $g_hisher arms, brushing the entire encounter off. “Don't know.” <<print $g_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> mumbled. “Any more questions, detective?” [[“Did you really die?”|M3.12][$morgan_approval -=1;]] [[“Do you see any ghosts here?”|M4.12]] [[“No, that's all.”|A voice called you.]]

It was hard not to notice the intensity of Morgan's gaze, as $g_heshe kept it fixed on the same, empty spot. It worried you. You didn't know Amuart, but you still felt a pinch of responsibility for them. You've sworn to protect $g_himher, after all, as well as other locals from Deadwood. Other locals didn't have to deal with ghosts, spirits and demons crawling in their sight, though. “Are you okay right now?” You asked, careful to keep your voice calm and relaxed. You've talked down so many people, who stood on the edge, that it became a sort of a habit for you. A skill you learned at work, through trial and error. Morgan finally looked away from the spot at the wall, before nodding. There was a second of hesitation in $g_hisher movement, and it didn't escape you. “Do you need anything?” “No. I'm good.” <<print $g_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> quipped back quickly. “Any more questions, detective?” [[“Did you really die?”|M3.12][$morgan_approval -=1;]] [[“Do you see any ghosts here?”|M4.12]] [[“No, that's all.”|A voice called you.]]

usually [[in twists|NEXTE][$hairstyle to "twists"]] [[in braids|NEXTE][$hairstyle to "braids"]] [[in coils|NEXTE][$hairstyle to "coils"]] [[in cornrows|NEXTE][$hairstyle to "cornrows"]] [[in loose style|NEXTE][$hairstyle to "loose"]] [[in an afro|NEXTE][$hairstyle to "afro"]] [[in a ponytail|NEXTE][$hairstyle to "ponytail"]] [[in a loose braid|NEXTE][$hairstyle to "loose braid"]] [[in ringlets|NEXTE][$hairstyle to "ringlets"]] [[in spirals|NEXTE][$hairstyle to "spirals"]]

<<cacheaudio "ambience1" "https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/927190471657291806/930479371704217710/OST_1.mp3">><<audio "ambience1" loop play>>Something was wrong. Darkness surrounded you, and your body felt too heavy. Cramped and numb at the same time. Your heart pounded in your chest, despite the fact that you only just woke up. Nothing was in your room, no one was there, and yet, your brain screamed //Danger!,// ignoring the reality. You couldn't move a muscle, you could barely breathe. An invisible weight pressed down on your chest, crushing it, forcing tears out of your eyes. Panic seized your body, but you saw no danger around -- only darkness, covering the familiar surroundings of your room. You wanted to yell, scream for help -- call for your parents -- but it felt as if a clawed hand clenched around your throat, silencing you. Choking every sound that might escape you. You could do nothing but lay in your bed, unmoving, hoping whatever seized control over your body would disappear soon. It felt like hours and seconds at the same time, before something finally changed. You saw //it.// You saw the weight on your chest. A twisted image of a cat -- too big to be the animal. It looked more like a human stretching a cat's face onto their own. The big, glowing eyes stared deeply into yours. The monster opened its mouth full of sharp, inhuman teeth. //It// was sitting on your chest. Its small, twisted form was pressing you down, its clawed hand wrapped tightly around your throat, and the other holding your jaw, forcing eye contact. The sheer look on its face paralysed you, robbing you of your ability to move. “Such a shame this will be wasted,” the monster croaked, but you heard no regret in its voice. “Your nightmares are... //delicious//.” It hissed, and the red tongue brushed your cheek. Primal panic resonated in your head, trying to force you to run, to fight, to scream, but you were helpless. Vulnerable. At the mercy of a creature so broken, it looked as if it might crumble on its own. “//Such shame...//” <<set $bold to 0>><<set $shy to 0>><<set $hostile to 0>><<set $sarcastic to 0>><<set $friendly to 0>><<set $stoic to 0>><<set $emotional to 0>><<set $genuine to 0>> <<button "and then" "and then">><</button>> <<set $khari_romance to 0>>

“Kid?” your father's voice snapped you back into reality. Light from the corridor bled into your room, and suddenly, you could move. There was no one and nothing in your bedroom. No monster. Only you, drenched in sweat, with your heart pounding. All of your limbs were shaking, and you couldn't even muster a single word. Your father carefully approached your bed, turning on the night light beside you. Everything was still hazy, and sounds were either too loud or too quiet. He was saying something to you, something that sounded almost like your name... [[...Kamari|NEXT0][$firstname to "Kamari"]] [[...Nuru|NEXT0][$firstname to "Nuru"]] [[...Yeong|NEXT0][$firstname to "Yeong"]] [[...Nuka|NEXT0][$firstname to "Nuka"]] [[...Kaden|NEXT0][$firstname to "Kaden"]] [[...Neo|NEXT0][$firstname to "Neo"]] [[...Ira|NEXT0][$firstname to "Ira"]] [[...Arya|NEXT0][$firstname to "Arya"]] <<textbox "$firstname" "Type your own name here" "NEXT0">>

“Are you okay, $firstname?” Your father asked, his eyes carefully inspecting your trembling form. The question was merely a formality -- it was obvious you were not okay. You were terrified. Your mind was in shambles, trying to make sense of what just happened. “Bad dream?” Not trusting your voice, you settled for a shaky nod. Your father hummed, quietly. Questions tore inside your head, as the two of you sat in silence. Why did he come to check on you, if you made no noise? Why was he awake in the middle of the night, still dressed in his work clothes? Was the creature real, or just a figment of your stressed mind? “I'll leave the light on. Do you need anything else?” He asked, with a voice so deprived of emotion it was almost painful to hear. “$firstname?” You shook your head. [[You wouldn't dare ask him for more.|Next Passage][$shy +=3]] [[You didn't want anything from him, you wanted him out of your room.|Next Passage][$hostile +=3]] [[You wanted him to stay, but if you spoke, you'd cry.|Next Passage][$emotional +=3]] [[You didn't want to ask him for more, he already helped.|Next Passage][$genuine +=3]] <<set $morgan_romance to 0>>

His lips pressed into a thin line, as he stood up from your bed. “All right. Try to get some sleep, kid.” He did not spare you a glance as he left the room, leaving you alone in the darkness of your bedroom. The bedside lamp barely helped, but it was better than nothing. Slowly, the trembling in your body ceased, and your heart calmed down. Paranoia crawled back to the corner of your mind, allowing you to feel at least partially safe, once again. You let out a deep breath. You did not notice before that the fear from the nightmare had you holding it in. [[It was just a nightmare, nothing more.|Next Passage0][$stoic +=3]] [[If this happened again, you'd handle it better.|Next Passage0][$bold +=3]] [[What is the worst that could happen, honestly?|Next Passage0][$sarcastic +=3]] [[You were just glad that dad checked on you.|Next Passage0][$friendly +=3]]

You drifted back to sleep before dawn started to set. You didn't remember the moment you laid back down, or when your eyelids started to feel heavy. At one moment, you were awake in the darkness, and the next, light blinded you entirely. There were only two times in your life that made you question your reality like this. The first was the nightmare that rid you of control over your body, when you were only fifteen. It was not that uncommon for you to struggle with sleep at that time. The second time, was the first night you came back to Deadwood after college. The day itself was a blur of faces and words, people that escaped your mind for the entire time you studied out of town. Then, it was night, and night you remembered. That night was burned into your mind for years to come. <<button "that night" "that night">><</button>> <<set $sasha_romance to 0>>

It didn't start in a way that would make you suspicious. No, it was normal. You said 'goodnight' to your parents, you went to bed, turned off the lights. It was the deafening silence that woke you up. The kind that made the hair on the back of your neck stand up. Deadwood, after all, was surrounded by a forest. It was downright unusual not to hear any insects or animals. Hazily, you stood up from your bed, nearly falling over in the process. Your head felt too heavy, and your limbs were like they were made of cotton. Supporting yourself on the walls, you made your way down the hall. The darkness did not make the task any easier, as your feet dragged over the wooden panels. A peculiar, unidentified sound reached your ears. Something similar to an electric hum, but somehow... alive. It only became louder as you came closer to your parents' bedroom. You were just about to call out to them, when the sight of what was happening strangled any noise from you. //Something// was staring back at you. Despite the humanoid form, it couldn't possibly be a person. The teeth were too sharp and there were too many of them, the eyes were dead and hollow, the limbs ridiculously broken and stretched to belong to a living being. The face -- eerily similar to that of an old woman -- deeply unsettled you. Your brain //screamed// that whatever it was, it was a predator, and you were its prey. You could hardly catch the sight of your parents in their bed -- unmoving, not breathing. The realisation that you were next to join them dawned on you. The creature moved. And the darkness swallowed you. <<button "but you were not dead" "but you were not dead">><</button>> <<set $roan_romance to 0>>

<<audio "ambience1" stop>><<cacheaudio "ambience2" "https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/927190471657291806/930563213190393896/OST_2.mp3">><<audio "ambience2" loop play>>The nightmare always ended on that, and that was the last thing you remembered. You woke up in the hospital, with no big injuries. Only a concussion from when your head hit the floor. Apparently, there was a gas leak in the house. Your parents succumbed to it, but you miraculously survived. Your best friend, Roan, found you and likely saved your life. <<set $roan_approval to 30>><<set $roan_romance to 0>> [[they were always someone you could count on.|NextPassage3][$roan_gender to "nonbinary"; $roan_person to "person"; $roan_heshe to "they"; $roan_himher to "them"; $roan_hisher to "their"; $roan_hishers to "theirs"; $roan_himself to "themself"]] [[he was always someone you could count on.|NextPassage3][$roan_gender to "male"; $roan_person to "man"; $roan_heshe to "he"; $roan_himher to "him"; $roan_hisher to "his"; $roan_hishers to "his"; $roan_himself to "himself"]] [[she was always someone you could count on.|NextPassage3][$roan_gender to "female"; $roan_person to "woman"; $roan_heshe to "she"; $roan_himher to "her"; $roan_hisher to "her"; $roan_hishers to "hers"; $roan_himself to "herself"]]

Although, admittedly, you seemed to drift apart over the years. First, it was college, then the loss of your parents. It seemed like life could not let you catch a single break. Roan understood, of course. <<print $roan_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> always did. Forever understanding, gentle, caring. [[❤ That was what made you love Roan.|loveroan][$roan_romance +=10; $roan_approval +=10]] [[You could never wish for a better friend.|likeroan][$roan_approval +=5]] [[It got on your nerves, at times.|dislikeroan][$roan_approval -=2]] <<set $metroan to "true">>

You could never wish for a better friend, in all honesty. Roan was your rock, during the hardest of times. <<print $roan_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> <<if $roan_person is "person">>were<<else>>was<</if>> there for you when your parents passed, and when you were still finding your footing back in Deadwood. There was not a time in which you'd have to go through something alone, and you appreciated it. You could only wish that Luos found you to be a good friend, too. <<button "then again" "then again">><</button>>

It got on your nerves, at times, just how involved Roan always seemed to be. Always there, not invited, not needed, not asked for. It was smothering, almost, you felt like you couldn't breathe without $roan_himher being there. You wanted more independence, and definitely less of the 'mother hen' attitude that Roan had. You were friends, once, but the years spent apart soured your relationship. <<button "then again" "then again">><</button>>

That was what made you love Roan. <<print $roan_hisher.toUpperFirst()>> empathy was what made your heart beat just a little bit faster every time $roan_heshe was close. Every friendly smile of $roan_hishers, every heartfelt laugh that left $roan_hisher lips, it moved something in you. Whether it was love, or a crush, or strong platonic feelings -- you loved Roan. No matter what kind of love it was. Of course you had some history. The kiss you shared during prom, the one that was never spoken of again. Neither of you dared to bring it up. You were just about to leave, after all, and then there was never the time for it. <<button "then again" "then again">><</button>>

Then again, you had more important, more pressing matters on your mind now. It's been some time since the passing of your parents, and you managed to settle in Deadwood, for good, it seems. <<button "Deadwood" "Deadwood">><</button>>

Deadwood was nothing but a corroded cage for you, holding you hostage. First, you couldn’t leave because your parents wouldn’t even consider it. Then, you had to stay to organise the funerals, and deal with everyone coming in to offer their condolences. Now, you were Deadwood’s main and only detective, responsible for everyone’s safety. A scapegoat for the mayor and the captain. You wished you could leave, drop everything and never look back. After all, nothing really held you here, anyway. Not after your parents passed. Had your finances allowed it, you would have probably been gone the second the funerals were over. Unfortunately, you were in no position to turn down the family home, or the sure job with a steady income. <<button "Still" "Still">><</button>>

Deadwood held too many hurtful memories for you. Even without the grim routine of seeing new obituaries in the papers every single day, you still felt eerie about other things. Something as simple as living in your home, for example. You inherited it from your parents, after their death. It was decent, had plenty of space if one lived alone. It was easy, since your financial situation was not and still isn’t in the best place. Yet, despite the few benefits, you couldn’t help but think about your parents every time your eyes glanced over their usual seatings at the table, or when you passed their bedroom. You kept telling yourself you will get used to it, them being gone, but you never quite did. It felt as if their presence lingered in the house, and it smothered you. You wished you could leave. You really did, but the thought of abandoning the home was too much. The graves of your parents would be neglected, and Deadwood wouldn’t have a detective as experienced as you. <<button "Still" "Still">><</button>>

Deadwood was fascinating to you, even when you were a child. Who //wouldn’t// want to grow up in an eerie, secluded town, surrounded by forests and mystery? Ghost stories were your regular campfire tales, you knew more urban legends than anyone, and after living here you were sure you’d handle any craziness coming your way. After all, here a wolf attack on full moon was not exactly news, more of a regular Tuesday. You had more paranormal stories than anyone in the state, probably. If you ever left Deadwood, you could make fortune writing books about them, or make a comedy special. You dreamed about leaving the town, though. Despite the creepy charm, Deadwood lacked basic things, like clubs, shopping centres. You wanted to meet new people, and maybe try for a job that would put your degree to good use. You didn’t mind living here but... <<button "Still" "Still">><</button>>

Despite the bloody past (and present) of Deadwood, you loved the town. You had a steady job with sufficient income, all the neighbours were helpful, nothing //too// exciting ever happened. No serial killers, no mafia, no cartels. You hardly ever had to take out your gun, and usually it was against a raging animal, not a person. Besides, after your parents passed, you inherited the entire house. It had enough room for a whole family, so for a single person it felt like a small mansion. You could watch fawns in your backyard, eating grass at dawn. Sometimes a fox would wander on your porch, or a doe would come eat a carrot from your hand. It was an easy, comfortable life. <<button "Still" "Still">><</button>>

You looked into the mirror, already dreading what sight would await you. //Someday,// you thought, //I'm going to either not see myself there, or I'll see someone behind me.// It was a grim thing to keep in mind, but knowing Deadwood, it would not be the weirdest one. Tragedy and death surrounded you, it was only logical that your mind would project horrors onto your reality. You stared at your own reflection... [[...amber eyes looked back at you.|NEXT][$eyecolor to "amber"]] [[...quartz grey eyes looked back at you.|NEXT][$eyecolor to "quartz grey"]] [[...sapphire eyes looked back at you.|NEXT][$eyecolor to "sapphire"]] [[...emerald eyes looked back at you.|NEXT][$eyecolor to "emerald"]] [[...black eyes looked back at you.|NEXT][$eyecolor to "black"]] [[...hazel eyes looked back at you.|NEXT][$eyecolor to "hazel"]] [[...dark chocolate eyes looked back at you.|NEXT][$eyecolor to "dark chocolate"]] [[...smoke grey eyes looked back at you.|NEXT][$eyecolor to "smoke grey"]] [[...beer brown eyes looked back at you.|NEXT][$eyecolor to "beer brown"]] [[...sea green eyes looked back at you.|NEXT][$eyecolor to "sea green"]] [[...bottle-glass blue eyes looked back at you.|NEXT][$eyecolor to "bottle-glass blue"]]

Do you wear a head covering or anything of the sort? [[Yes.|NEXTE1]] [[No.|NEXTCHT]]

You wear [[A hijab.|NEXTCHT][$headcover to "hijab"]] [[A scarf.|NEXTCHT][$headcover to "scarf"]] [[A bandana.|NEXTCHT][$headcover to "bandana"]]

<<audio "OST3" stop>><<cacheaudio "OST5" "https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/927190471657291806/930866155365761044/stalker-1106.mp3">><<audio "OST5" loop play>>Suddenly you realised, that a voice called your name. A familiar one -- Hayes had to be done with whatever meeting he had. “$Lastname!” The gruff tone sounded again, and you begrudingly made your way to the office. As you came closer, the door just barely missed your face, as someone opened it swiftly. You jumped back, instinctively covering your head. “Oh, //just// the person I wanted to see,” said a melodic tone, too close for comfort. You stared at your would-be-decapitator. <<set $sage_approval to 30>><<set $sage_romance to 0>> [[A smart-dressed woman stared back at you, a smug expression on her face.|Office1][$sage_Mx to "Ms"; $sage_gender to "female"; $sage_person to "woman"; $sage_heshe to "she"; $sage_himher to "her"; $sage_hisher to "her"; $sage_hishers to "hers"; $sage_himself to "herself"]] [[A smart-dressed person stared back at you, a smug expression on their face.|Office1][$sage_Mx to "Mx"; $sage_gender to "nonbinary"; $sage_person to "person"; $sage_heshe to "they"; $sage_himher to "them"; $sage_hisher to "their"; $sage_hishers to "theirs"; $sage_himself to "themself"]] [[A smart-dressed man stared back at you, a smug expression on his face.|Office1][$sage_Mx to "Mr"; $sage_gender to "male"; $sage_person to "man"; $sage_heshe to "he"; $sage_himher to "him"; $sage_hisher to "his"; $sage_hishers to "his"; $sage_himself to "himself"]]

Just as you were leaving the house, you passed by the mirror hanging on the wall. For a second, you thought you just saw your parents, and the heart in your chest nearly jumped out of your ribcage. It happened from time to time. You were so used to seeing the two of them that your own reflection gave you a moment of shock. A lot of people said you were like the living ghost of your parents, because of the resemblance. The elder folk would call you by their names on accident, although they always apologised profusely for it. Deadwood might be a grim place, or a graveyard with houses, but the locals never wanted to cause pain to another person. Maybe it was because they knew that anyone who lived here already suffered enough. No one meant to be the drop that spilled from the chalice. You brushed off the memories and hurried to your car. It would be a bad first impression to be late to your own job, and a meeting with your new partner. Captain informed you that today would be the day you get to meet your partner — the second detective in Deadwood. You knew little about them, only that they were not local, and so far managed to avoid every single person in town, since no one knew even how they looked like. For any other town, it would probably raise a few eyebrows, but not here, not in Deadwood. In Deadwood, it was truly just a regular Monday. <<button "It is time to leave" "It is time to leave">><</button>>

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It's about the details, however. Whether you stood out from the crowd, treated your body like canvas, or you kept it in its most natural state, with little to no alterations. (This is all additional customization of your main character. Click on the options to change them.) <<cycle "$MCcustom1" autoselect>> <<option "You didn't wear glasses.">> <<option "You wore glasses.">> <</cycle>> <<cycle "$MCcustom2" autoselect>> <<option "You didn't have freckles.">> <<option "You had freckles.">> <</cycle>> <<cycle "$MCcustom3" autoselect>> <<option "You had no piercings.">> <<option "You had a nose piercing.">> <<option "You had a brow piercing.">> <<option "You had ears piercings.">> <<option "You had a lip piercing.">> <</cycle>> <<cycle "$MCcustom4" autoselect>> <<option "You had no ink in your skin.">> <<option "You had one tattoo on your torso.">> <<option "You had a small tattoo on your right wrist.">> <<option "Your back was covered in tattoos.">> <<option "Your right arm was covered in tattoos.">> <<option "Your left arm was covered in tattoos.">> <<option "Your entire body was covered in tattoos.">> <<option "You had a small tattoo on your left wrist.">> <<option "You had one tattoo on your ribs.">> <<option "You had one tattoo on your abdomen.">> <</cycle>> Are there any scars on your body? [[Yes.|Scars]] [[No.|That's right.]]

(Click on the option to change what scars you have.) <<cycle "$MCcustom5" autoselect>> <<option "You had one, big scar running across your face.">> <<option "You had a scar on your lips.">> <<option "You had a scar across your brow and left eye.">> <<option "You had plenty of scars on your knees and palms.">> <<option "You had a few deep scars on your arm.">> <<option "You had a few deep scars on your thigh.">> <<option "You had a few shallow scars on your shoulders.">> <<option "You had a few shallow scars on your calves.">> <<option "You had plenty of little scars all over your body.">> <<option "You had plenty of little scars all over your limbs.">> <<option "You had the scars from your top surgery, but nothing besides that.">> <<option "You had the scars from your top surgery, as well as one, big scar running across your face.">> <<option "You had the scars from your top surgery, as well as a scar on your lips.">> <<option "You had the scars from your top surgery, as well as a scar across your brow and left eye.">> <<option "You had the scars from your top surgery, as well as plenty of scars on your knees and palms.">> <<option "You had the scars from your top surgery, as well as a few deep scars on your arm.">> <<option "You had the scars from your top surgery, as well as a few deep scars on your thigh.">> <<option "You had the scars from your top surgery, as well as a few shallow scars on your shoulders.">> <<option "You had the scars from your top surgery, as well as a few shallow scars on your calves.">> <<option "You had the scars from your top surgery, as well as plenty of little scars all over your body.">> <<option "You had the scars from your top surgery, as well as plenty of little scars all over your limbs.">> <</cycle>> <<button "That's right." "That's right.">><</button>>

“Yes.” Morgan lets out a low hum of disapproval. “Then you are more stupid than you look.” <<button "A voice called you." "A voice called you.">><</button>>

“No.” Morgan tilted $g_hisher head, in something resembling approval. “Then you are smarter than you look.” <<button "A voice called you." "A voice called you.">><</button>>

Remembering the skillset Morgan had, it was hard to fight back the curiosity. You've heard stories, that Amuart saw the dead walking among the regular people, and from what $g_heshe $g_himself have told you, that seemed to be true. If there was a spirit at the station, you wouldn't be really that surprised. It was old, and people inside were often desperate, or had access to weapons. Someone surely died there. “Is someone there?” You asked. Morgan looked at you, bewildered by the question. “By the wall. Is someone there? Someone //you// see.” You specified. This made Amuarts previously surprised expression melt back into apathy. <<print $g_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> shrugged $g_hisher arms, brushing the entire encounter off. “Don't know.” <<print $g_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> mumbled. “Any more questions, detective?” [[“Do you really see ghosts?”|M1.0]] [[“Did you really die?”|M3.0][$morgan_approval -=1;]] [[“Do you see any ghosts here?”|M4.0]] [[“No, that's all.”|A voice called you.]]

It was hard not to notice the intensity of Morgan's gaze, as $g_heshe kept it fixed on the same, empty spot. It worried you. You didn't know Amuart, but you still felt a pinch of responsibility for them. You've sworn to protect $g_himher, after all, as well as other locals from Deadwood. Other locals didn't have to deal with ghosts, spirits and demons crawling in their sight, though. “Are you okay right now?” You asked, careful to keep your voice calm and relaxed. You've talked down so many people, who stood on the edge, that it became a sort of a habit for you. A skill you learned at work, through trial and error. Morgan finally looked away from the spot at the wall, before nodding. There was a second of hesitation in $g_hisher movement, and it didn't escape you. “Do you need anything?” “No. I'm good.” <<print $g_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> quipped back quickly. “Any more questions, detective?” [[“Do you really see ghosts?”|M1.0]] [[“Did you really die?”|M3.0][$morgan_approval -=1;]] [[“Do you see any ghosts here?”|M4.0]] [[“No, that's all.”|A voice called you.]]

“Do you //really// see ghosts?” you blurted out, but fortunately for you, Morgan did not seem fazed by the question. More tired, than anything. You realised that it was probably something that everyone asked $g_himher. “Yes, I do. And no, it is not fun, or cool, if that is your next question.” <<print $g_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> said, careful to keep $g_hisher gaze fixed on the floor. [[“It does sound cool, though.”][$morgan_approval -=1; $bold +=1]] [[“It sounds exhausting.”|M1.2][$morgan_approval +=1; $stoic +=1]] [[“It sounds scary.”|M1.1][$morgan_approval +=0; $shy +=1]]

“Do you //really// see ghosts?” you blurted out, but fortunately for you, Morgan did not seem fazed by the question. More tired, than anything. You realised that it was probably something that everyone asked $g_himher. “Yes, I do. And no, it is not fun, or cool, if that is your next question.” <<print $g_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> said, careful to keep $g_hisher gaze fixed on the floor. [[“It does sound cool, though.”|M01][$morgan_approval -=1; $bold +=1]] [[“It sounds exhausting.”|M02][$morgan_approval +=1; $stoic +=1]] [[“It sounds scary.”|M03][$morgan_approval +=0; $shy +=1]]

“It sounds... exhausting.” You said finally, after a second of consideration. Morgan's eyes flickered, $g_hisher attention finally snapping back to you. It was easy to miss, but there was a shadow of genuine surprise on $g_hisher face. “It is.” <<print $g_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> nodded, leaning against the nearest wall. Despite the nap $g_heshe had earlier, $g_heshe still looked tired. The kind of tired someone is after running on fumes for an entire week. “Anything else, detective?” [[“Do you really see ghosts?”|M4.1]] [[“Did you really die?”|M3.1][$morgan_approval -=1;]] [[“No, that's all.”|A voice called you.]]

“What brings you to Deadwood?” A neutral question, good to start this little dance with daggers. Metaphorical ones, of course. Khari didn't answer immediately, likely cursing $a_himself for ever giving the coffee machine a try. “Personal matter.” <<print $a_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> answered shortly, but without the usual bite behind $a_hisher words. “And I guess you won't elaborate--” “Bravo, $Lastname. You should become a //detective.//” For a moment you considered responding to this obvious taunt, but decided against it. You were a mature adult, and you'd behave like one, at least this time. “My turn.” Khari leaned further against the wall, tilting $a_hisher head slightly. “Why do you do everything Hayes' tells you to do?” [[“I believe he knows what he's doing.”|KhariA1][$khari_approval +=2]] [[“He's my boss.”|KhariA2][$khari_approval -=2]] [[“He knows best, he's the Captain.”|KhariA3][$khari_approval -=1]]

“It sounds... exhausting.” You said finally, after a second of consideration. Morgan's eyes flickered, $g_hisher attention finally snapping back to you. It was easy to miss, but there was a shadow of genuine surprise on $g_hisher face. “It is.” <<print $g_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> nodded, leaning against the nearest wall. Despite the nap $g_heshe had earlier, $g_heshe still looked tired. The kind of tired someone is after running on fumes for an entire week. “Anything else, detective?” [[“Did you really die?”|M3.1][$morgan_approval -=1;]] [[“Do you see any ghosts here?”|M4.1]] [[“No, that's all.”|A voice called you.]]

“How did you get that scar on your neck?” You asked, pointing at the scar in question. Pupils in Khari's eyes became dangerously small, and for just a second you thought $a_heshe might throw the burning coffee in your face. “Fuck you, $Lastname.” <<print $a_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> hissed, through gritted teeth, before smoothly moving past you and disappearing behind a corner. //Well, that could've gone better.// <<button "A voice called you." "A voice called you.">><</button>>

“I believe he knows what he's doing.” You've answered truthfully. You didn't have to ponder on your answer -- Hayes //was// abrasive, but he meant well. He had a stressful job, trying to do his best whenever he could. His methods were not always great, and his attitude made it hard //not// to hate him, but his intentions were clear to you. Khari studied your face for a while, before finally nodding, satisfied by what $a_heshe heard. <<button "My turn." "My turn.">><</button>>

“He's my boss.” You said, careful, not sure what even would be a correct answer to this question. Khari hummed, studying you for a second. It was hard to tell whether $a_heshe was displeased with you or the opposite. “And you respect authority, $Lastname?” <<print $a_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> tilted $a_hisher head. [[“Yes, I do.”][$khari_approval +=1; $respect_authority to "true"; $good_cop +=5; $bad_cop -=5]] [[“Yes, I do.” You lied.][$khari_approval -=1; $good_cop -=5; $bad_cop +=5]] [[“No, I don't.”][$khari_approval +=2; $good_cop -=5; $bad_cop +=5]] [[“No, I don't.” You lied.][$khari_approval -=2; $respect_authority to "true"; $good_cop +=5; $bad_cop -=5]]

“He knows best, he's the Captain.” You shrugged your arms. Khari looked anything //but// happy with your answer. More so like $a_heshe lost some respect for you, if $a_heshe had any in the first place. “I suppose I am a fool for thinking you're capable of thinking for yourself.” <<print $a_hisher.toUpperFirst()>> voice was sharp as a knife, and $a_hisher eyes narrowed in barely masked anger. Before you could even begin to muster up an answer, both of you turned to look at Captain's office. //Speak of the Devil.// <<button "A voice called you." "A voice called you.">><</button>>

“My turn,” your partner's gaze moved up to your face, not quite meeting your eyes. Instead, they lingered somewhere between your lips and nose bridge. Not in a rude way, you could tell by the lack of hostility in $a_hisher expression. “Ask your question, then.” <<print $a_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> murmured, taking a sip of the instant coffee. By the look on $a_hisher face, it was a case of 'instant regret'. [[“Do you want a better coffee?”][$friendly +=2; $khari_approval +=2]] [[“What's with the hostility?”][$hostile +=2; $khari_approval -=1]] <<if $aromantic is "true" && $asexual is "true">> <<else>>[[❤ “Are you single?”][$bold +=2; $khari_romance +=4]]<</if>>

“Yes, I do.” You said truthfully, puzzled at the line of questioning. Khari also asked two questions in a row, but then again you did not specify the rules before. <<print $a_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> stared you down, unmoving, before finally releasing you from $a_hisher intense gaze, and $a_heshe focused on $a_hisher coffee. The subtle grimace $a_heshe made did not escape you, nor did it surprise you. The drinks from the machine were awful. <<button "My turn." "My turn.">><</button>>

“No, I don't.” You said truthfully, as Khari's eyes scanned your entire form, careful to avoid direct eye contact at the same time. As if $a_heshe <<if $a_person is "person">>were<<else>>was<</if>> trying to determing if you were honest with $a_himher. A soft hum escaped $a_hisher lips, as $a_heshe moved away, seemingly disinterested. There was, however, a glint in $a_hisher green eyes. “If that is so,” was the last thing you heard as $a_heshe smoothly moved past you, disappearing behind the corner without any further explanation. <<print $a_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> didn't look //mad// at your answer, $a_heshe seemed more... bored, than anything. <<button "A voice called you." "A voice called you.">><</button>>

“Yes, I do.” You lied, and watched as Khari bounced $a_hisher fingertips at the plastic lid of the paper coffee cup. The movement made almost a hypnotising rhythm, entrancing you as the seconds flew by. “You're not a good liar, $Lastname.” The hoarse voice brought you back to the present. “Avoid stunts like this for the future.” <<print $a_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> added, swiftly moving past you and disappearing behind the corner. <<button "A voice called you." "A voice called you.">><</button>>

“No, I don't.” You lied, as Khari's eyes scanned your entire form, careful to avoid direct eye contact at the same time. A sound between a snort and a growl escaped $a_hisher lips, as $a_heshe moved away, disinterested. “You're a shit liar,” was the last thing you heard as $a_heshe smoothly moved past you, disappearing behind the corner without any further explaination. <<print $a_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> didn't look //mad// that you dared to lie, $a_heshe seemed more... bored, than anything. <<button "A voice called you." "A voice called you.">><</button>>

“Do you want a better coffee?” you asked, tilting your head slightly. Khari's furrowed brows made you step away from the wall, and point at the common kitchen, hidden just behind the corner. It was a bit generous to call it a 'kitchen' but it had a fridge, a microwave and most importantly -- decent coffee and a kettle. “Come on, it's for common use here, can't let you get poisoned by the coffee machine on your first day.” You smiled, keeping your tone friendly. Khari hesitated for a second, before nodding and following you to the kitchen. You put the kettle on, and fixed a cup for $a_himher. While you were busy, Lortnoc watched you from a safe distance, arms crossed on $a_hisher chest. “Milk?” You asked, already opening the fridge. “No.” You looked up, surprised. After a second of silence, $a_heshe elaborated. “Milk and I don't like each other.” You shot $a_himher a smile. “All right, will remember for the future. Sugar?” A grunt answered you, sounding somewhat like a "yes" and so you put few packets on the counter, next to the steaming hot cup. “And you, $Lastname?” Khari's question resulted in a puzzled expression on your face. “Coffee. Do you drink?” [[“Oh, yes, I do.”][$drink to "coffee"]] [[“No, actually, I prefer tea.”][$drink to "tea"]] [[“No, actually, I prefer hot chocolate.”][$drink to "hot chocolate"]]

“Are you single?” Khari choked on the liquid, spitting some of it on the floor. In all honesty, wouldn't be the first time someone spat that coffee on the ground. After a fit of a violent cough -- which made even Morgan look at you both suspiciously -- $a_heshe finally looked up at you. <<print $a_hisher.toUpperFirst()>> voice sounded even more hoarse than usually, if it was even possible. “Why on //earth// would you ask //that//?” [[❤ “You're a detective, aren't you? I'm sure you can connect the dots.”|SarcasticFlirt][$sarcastic +=2; $khari_romance +=4]] [[❤ “I might be interested, if you were.”|BoldFlirt][$bold +=2; $khari_romance +=5]] [[❤ “I'm-- Well... I--” You fumbled over your words, suddenly realising what the hell you just said.|ShyFlirt][$shy +=2; $khari_romance +=4]] [[“I was just curious, don't feel obligated to answer.”][$genuine +=2; $khari_approval +=1]] [[“I want to know if I should offer someone condolences for dealing with you.”][$sarcastic +=2; $khari_approval -=4]]

“Seriously, what's with the hostility?” You asked, crossing arms on your chest. The response was immediate, and sharp. “What's with the stupid questions?” If there was ever a doubt that Khari would have no problem punching you, now there was none. <<print $a_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> <<if $a_person is "person">>were<<else>>was<</if>> annoyed just by your existence, nevermind the commentary. <<button "A voice called you." "A voice called you.">><</button>>

“You're a detective, aren't you? I'm sure you can connect the dots.” You smirked, leaning somewhat seductively against the wall. Khari raised $a_hisher eyebrows, seemingly unsure of what to make of your advances. “If this is an attempt at flirting, $Lastname,” $a_heshe spoke finally, making a step towards you. <<print $a_hisher.toUpperFirst()>> green eyes wandered over your form, and you could feel a familiar heat gather under your skin. Khari's lips suddenly seemed even closer, now. “Then you're //horrible// at it.” The words were like a cold shower, and in all honesty, you might have deserved it for flirting with your partner. Your //coworker.// At least Lortnoc seemed more amused by the effort, and didn't look like $a_heshe <<if $a_person is "person">>want<<else>>wants<</if>> to rip your tongue out. “Noted,” you uttered, weakly, forcing a smile. <<button "A voice called you." "A voice called you.">><</button>>

“I might be interested, if you were.” You answered smoothly, kindly ignoring your partner's visceral reaction. <<print $a_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> shook $a_hisher head in disbelief, throwing the cursed cup of coffee into the nearest bin. “What gave you the idea I might be interested?” <<print $a_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> asked, bewildered. “I don't //know// you. I don't //like// you. If it was up to me, we wouldn't even work together.” <<print $a_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> continued, utterly confused. You shrugged, letting a smile form on your lips. “I didn't say you //are// interested, it was just a theory.” Khari huffed, not appreciating how proud of yourself you sounded. “Keep your theories to yourself next time, $Lastname.” <<print $a_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> said. <<button "A voice called you." "A voice called you.">><</button>>

“I'm-- Well... I--” You fumbled over your words, suddenly realising what the hell you just said. What possessed you to actually ask a question like that? It was invasion of privacy at best, and harassment at worst. You barely knew each other, and Khari already made a point of setting clear boundaries. “Would you prefer to write down the answer?” <<print $a_hisher.toUpperFirst()>> words snapped you out of your racing thoughts. Just for a second, you could've sworn $a_heshe <<if $a_person is "person">>were<<else>>was<</if>> making fun of you. You expected it, after your rather embarassing reaction. However, the longer you looked at Khari, the more you realised $a_heshe <<if $a_person is "person">>were<<else>>was<</if>> serious. <<print $a_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> even held out a little note pad and a pen to you, watching you curiously. You bit the inside of your cheek, quickly shaking your head. “No, thank you, I just-- Could we forget I ever asked that?” You all but begged, and fortunately for you, Lortnoc granted your request, nodding slowly. <<button "A voice called you." "A voice called you.">><</button>>

“I was just curious, don't feel obligated to answer.” You said, offering up a friendly smile. You didn't mean anything by that question, really. It was simple curiosity. Not many of your coworkers took up the challenge of juggling a serious relationship and a full-time job such as this. Lortnoc moved to Deadwood just recently, and this in itself suggested that $a_heshe <<if $a_person is "person">>were<<else>>was<</if>> single. No one in their right mind would drag a significant other to a town like this. Khari looked at you for moment, before finally speaking “You're a strange $person, $Lastname.” <<button "A voice called you." "A voice called you.">><</button>>

“I want to know if I should offer someone condolences for dealing with you.” A mean grin crawled on your face, only disappearing when you realised that you're about to have hot coffee thrown in your face. You moved at the last second, as the liquid hit the wall behind you. “Shit, you know the cleaners will hate you for this, right?” You cursed, looking back at your partner, only to see no sign of $a_himher. <<print $a_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> must have left when you were too busy trying to save your face. <<set $event2 to "coffee burn">> <<button "A voice called you." "A voice called you.">><</button>>

Captain Hayes. Widower of the late Piper Hayes. Even before, the man rarely smiled, and had a foul mood most of the year. After his husband died, however, it was like all of the colors and all light disappeared from Captain's world. He demanded more, expected more, and had little to no empathy for you or your coworkers. It did not get better with time, in all honesty it seemed to only get worse. The man became more dismissive, erratic. He never explained his decisions to anyone and dropped all attempts at basic courtesy. When you watched your superior wither away from lost love, it made you think of your own love life. <<set $Hayes_approval to 25>> [[You were not interested in romance, or the sexual aspect of relationships.|Best to not keep him waiting.][$aromantic to "true"; $asexual to "true"]] [[You were not interested in romance, only the sexual aspect of relationships.|Best to not keep him waiting.][$aromantic to "true"]] [[You were not interested in the sexual aspect of relationships, only the romance.|Best to not keep him waiting.][$asexual to "true"]] [[You were interested in both the sexual aspect of relationships, and the romance.|Best to not keep him waiting.]]

“Oh, yes, I do.” You answered eagerly, smiling as you did. You had your cup today, though, at breakfast. Unless you wanted to be as energetic as officer Quinn in the morning, you had to wait a bit before your next one, and preferably after another meal. Khari hummed in understanding, carefully holding the hot cup in $a_hisher hands. “Hope the coffee's good.” You smiled, and Khari gave you a gentle nod. A 'thank you', you assumed. <<button "A voice called you." "A voice called you.">><</button>>

“No, actually, I prefer tea.” You said, pointing at your little collection of different tea bags that have gathered on your shelf in the kitchen. Maybe the drink didn't give you as much of an energy boost that coffee would, but you didn't mind. You liked the taste, and it made you feel good. Khari did not comment particularly on your answer, and only hummed in understanding. “Hope the coffee's good.” You smiled, and Khari gave you a gentle nod. A 'thank you', you assumed. <<button "A voice called you." "A voice called you.">><</button>>

“No, actually, I prefer hot chocolate.” The answer clearly surprised Khari, as $a_heshe made a quiet 'huh' noise, but $a_heshe did not comment further. Most people settled for coffee and tea because they were popular and fairly easy to make. They were also more accessible. You, however, loved hot chocolate. The sugar gave you a boost, and it cheered you up. “Hope the coffee's good.” You smiled, and Khari gave you a gentle nod. A 'thank you', you assumed. <<button "A voice called you." "A voice called you.">><</button>>

You had never seen $sage_hisher face before, you were sure of it. <<print $sage_hisher.toUpperFirst()>> flame-kissed hair was unique enough, as well as $sage_hisher outfit which likely cost more than you could afford even after years of saving. “I'm sorry, you are...?” The stranger's eyes lit up, as $sage_heshe offered you $sage_hisher hand. “Deepest apologies, we're not yet acquainted -- entirely my fault, I must admit.” <<print $sage_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> said, $sage_hisher lips curling into a charming smile, as $sage_hisher head tilted to the side. “My name is Sage, Sage Rennis. A pleasure to finally meet you, detective.” [[You shook Sage's hand. You had no issues with touch.|Office2.1][$sage_approval +=4; $bold +=2; $touchaversion to "false"]] [[You didn't shake Sage's hand. You knew better.|Office2.2][$sage_approval -=3; $shy +=2; $touchaversion to "false"]] [[You shook Sage's hand. You avoided touch as much as you could, but something told you it was better to play nice.|Office2.3][$sage_approval +=4; $bold +=2; $touchaversion to "moderate"]] [[You didn't shake Sage's hand. You couldn't bear touching others.|Office2.4][$sage_approval +=1; $shy +=2; $touchaversion to "severe"]] <<set $metsage to "true">>

You shook Sage's hand, and $sage_hisher pale brown eyes flickered with interest. <<print $sage_hisher.toUpperFirst()>> hands were hidden by black, leather gloves, yet you still felt warmth of $sage_hisher embrace. Especially since $sage_heshe grabbed onto your hand too tight for comfort. For a moment $sage_heshe cut off your blood circulation. “You are a //fascinating one,// aren't you, detective?” <<print $sage_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> mused, in a singsong voice. With the way $sage_hisher head tilted, $sage_heshe reminded you of a cat, playing with a mouse. And then, $sage_hisher hand disappeared without warning, as did the intensity of $sage_hisher gaze. You felt a presence behind you, in a safe distance, but close enough to catch the attention of the flame-kissed $sage_person before you. Sage's previous grin melted into a safe smile. Still sharp and charming, but not as dangerous. “I heard you got a partner. Although, I did not believe it. Rumors rarely prove to be true.” <<print $sage_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> said, choosing every word carefully. You couldn't help but notice just how perfect $sage_heshe looked. Not in the traditional sense -- $sage_heshe just reminded you more of the statues from museums than a human being, of flesh and blood. There was a magnetic pull radiating from $sage_himher. You could barely think straight. “I hope we will have an opportunity to talk in a more private setting, soon, detective.” <<print $sage_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> said, pulling a corner of $sage_hisher lip just slightly upwards. With the sound of $sage_hisher cane tapping against the floor, $sage_heshe left, but not before Khari shot $sage_himher a deathly glare. It was more aggressive than you might expect, even from Lortnoc. <<button "Come inside, will you?" "Come inside, will you?">><</button>>

You knew better than to randomly shake hands with a stranger, especially one with a too charming smile and a hypnotising gaze. You took a step back. The situation reminded you of a close meeting with a feral animal just a bit too much. A wealthy, charismatic stranger could be more dangerous than a rabid fox, if you let $sage_himher get too close. If Sage was displeased by your reaction, $sage_heshe did not let it show on $sage_hisher face. <<print $sage_hisher.toUpperFirst()>> remained completely unfazed, as $sage_heshe smoothly retracted $sage_hisher hand. “You're more surprising than I expected.” You guessed that was supposed to be a compliment, however you had a feeling that if Sage insulted you, it would sound just as honey as this sentence did. Before you had even a chance to speak, you felt a familiar presence behind you. You didn't need to turn to recognise who it was. A barely audible sound betrayed your partner. Sage's smile did not falter even at that. “I heard you got a partner. Although, I did not believe it. Rumors rarely prove to be true.” <<print $sage_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> said, choosing every word carefully. You couldn't help but notice just how perfect $sage_heshe looked. Not in the traditional sense -- $sage_heshe just reminded you more of the statues from museums than a human being, of flesh and blood. There was a magnetic pull radiating from $sage_himher. You could barely think straight. “I hope we will have an opportunity to talk in a more private setting, soon, detective.” <<print $sage_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> said, pulling a corner of $sage_hisher lip just slightly upwards. With the sound of $sage_hisher cane tapping against the floor, $sage_heshe left, but not before Khari shot $sage_himher a deathly glare. It was more aggressive than you might expect, even from Lortnoc. <<button "Come inside, will you?" "Come inside, will you?">><</button>>

“Come inside, will you?” Captain's voice reminded you suddenly why you stood outside his office in the first place. Hayes looked more tired than before, and more skittish. His hair was a complete ruin, and he lost his tie somewhere. “And get the kid, and Lortnoc in here.” He commanded, quickly busying himself with some papers on his desk. You nodded, curtly, before inviting Morgan and Khari inside with a gesture. The latter looked ready to bolt in the opposite direction, while Amuart had an expression more appropriate for a person on death row. Morgan was the first to break the silence, as the three of you sat in front of Hayes' desk. “Where's the corpse, Salty? I'd rather get this over with.” <<print $g_hisher.toUpperFirst()>> voice was as monotone as ever. Hayes licked his lips, looking at $g_himher like a deer caught in the headlights. “Ah, the corpse-- yes, later. I need you to take a look at this, first--” He rambled, fumbling with a set of papers. You didn't know whether the display worried you, or annoyed you. It was rare to see the Captain //this// disorganised when there were people watching. “For fuck's sake, just light your damn cigarette.” Khari's growl surprised all of you, but Hayes the most. He blinked, stunned, his mouth moving, but no sound coming out of them. “How did you--” “The walls reek of smoke. And so do you. Take a mint once in a while.” Hayes flinched at the harshness of Khari's words, but didn't deny them. You raised your eyebrows, shocked. You didn't know the Captain smoked. You never noticed him with cigarettes, and you didn't smell anything. Morgan looked ready to protest, but eventually just groaned and pressed a hand over $g_hisher nose. Hesitantly, Hayes lit up a cigarette, visibly relaxing. “What's all this about, Captain?” You asked, brows furrowing. Hayes grabbed a hold of a folder, and passed it to you. Just by the case numbers you recognised them as random suicides from the last few years. Khari looked at you for answers, to which you shrugged, as confused as $a_heshe <<if $a_person is "person">>were<<else>>was<</if>>. Morgan seemed bored out of $g_hisher mind. Hayes took a drag from his cigarette. “Those deaths were not self inflicted.” He said, voice grim. You looked up at him, feeling a sense of dread come over you. “We've had an active serial killer in Deadwood for years, and we didn't //fucking notice.//” <<set $chapter to "Chapter 1">> <<button "Chapter 1" "Chapter 1">><</button>>

Begrudingly, you shook Sage's hand, and $sage_hisher pale brown eyes flickered with interest. <<print $sage_hisher.toUpperFirst()>> hands were hidden by black, leather gloves, yet you still felt warmth of $sage_hisher embrace. Thanks to the gloves, it was easier to bear the touch, just barely. Especially since $sage_heshe grabbed onto your hand too tight for comfort. For a moment $sage_heshe cut off your blood circulation. A wave of discomfort paralysed you. “You are a //fascinating one,// aren't you, detective?” <<print $sage_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> mused, in a singsong voice. With the way $sage_hisher head tilted, $sage_heshe reminded you of a cat, playing with a mouse. Your stomach twisted into knots. And then, $sage_hisher hand disappeared without warning, as did the intensity of $sage_hisher gaze. You couldn't hold back a sigh of relief that escaped your lips, and it did not go unnoticed by the stranger. You felt a presence behind you, in a safe distance, but close enough to catch the attention of the flame-kissed $sage_person before you. Sage's previous grin melted into a safe smile. Still sharp and charming, but not as dangerous. “I heard you got a partner. Although, I did not believe it. Rumors rarely prove to be true.” <<print $sage_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> said, choosing every word carefully. You couldn't help but notice just how perfect $sage_heshe looked. Not in the traditional sense -- $sage_heshe just reminded you more of the statues from museums than a human being, of flesh and blood. There was a magnetic pull radiating from $sage_himher. You could barely think straight. “I hope we will have an opportunity to talk in a more private setting, soon, detective.” <<print $sage_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> said, pulling a corner of $sage_hisher lip just slightly upwards. With the sound of $sage_hisher cane tapping against the floor, $sage_heshe left, but not before Khari shot $sage_himher a deathly glare. It was more aggressive than you might expect, even from Lortnoc. <<button "Come inside, will you?" "Come inside, will you?">><</button>>

Even on your best day you avoided touching others -- you did not feel comfortable with it nor did you seek it at your worst moments. You were not about to trample over your boundaries for just a stranger, especially one with a too charming smile and a hypnotising gaze. You took a step back. The situation reminded you of a close meeting with a feral animal just a bit too much. A wealthy, charismatic stranger could be more dangerous than a rabid fox, if you let $sage_himher get too close. If Sage was displeased by your reaction, $sage_heshe did not let it show on $sage_hisher face. <<print $sage_hisher.toUpperFirst()>> remained completely unfazed, as $sage_heshe smoothly retracted $sage_hisher hand. “You're more surprising than I expected.” You guessed that was supposed to be a compliment, however you had a feeling that if Sage insulted you, it would sound just as honey as this sentence did. Before you had even a chance to speak, you felt a familiar presence behind you. You didn't need to turn to recognise who it was. A barely audible sound betrayed your partner. Sage's smile did not falter even at that. “I heard you got a partner. Although, I did not believe it. Rumors rarely prove to be true.” <<print $sage_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> said, choosing every word carefully. You couldn't help but notice just how perfect $sage_heshe looked. Not in the traditional sense -- $sage_heshe just reminded you more of the statues from museums than a human being, of flesh and blood. There was a magnetic pull radiating from $sage_himher. You could barely think straight. “I hope we will have an opportunity to talk in a more private setting, soon, detective.” <<print $sage_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> said, pulling a corner of $sage_hisher lip just slightly upwards. With the sound of $sage_hisher cane tapping against the floor, $sage_heshe left, but not before Khari shot $sage_himher a deathly glare. It was more aggressive than you might expect, even from Lortnoc. <<button "Come inside, will you?" "Come inside, will you?">><</button>>

<<audio "OST5" stop>><<cacheaudio "OST16" "https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/927190471657291806/960561619404984360/OST_16_cold-mind-enigma-crime-mysterious-enigmatic-detective-music-loopable-13553.mp3">><<audio "OST16" loop play>><<audio "OST16" volume 0.75>>A serial killer in Deadwood. This shouldn’t surprise you, and yet it did — despite the haunted nature of the town, nothing like this had ever happened before. Unexplained deaths and accidents — yes, but a serial killer? One that managed to evade detection for so long? [[You felt nauseous.|N0][$emotional +=2; $reaction to "N0"]] [[You felt angry.|N0][$hostile +=2; $reaction to "N1"]] [[You felt numb.|N0][$stoic +=2; $reaction to "N2"]]

<<if $reaction is "N0">>Nausea took hold over your body. Had you eaten a proper breakfast, you’d likely need a trashcan right about now. If nightmares weren’t enough, now you had possibly the worst case a fresh detective could get — a serial killer. <<elseif $reaction is "N1">>Anger seized your body. How was this even possible? How did no one notice anything before? Was the killer that clever, or were your colleagues that incompetent? You leaned more towards the latter. <<elseif $reaction is "N2">>You felt nothing. You were numb, barely aware of what was happening around you. All you could think about was the captain’s words — was it your fault those people lost their lives? Could you have prevented this, were you more attentive?<</if>> Khari’s low grunt brought your attention back to the present — $a_heshe <<if $a_person is "person">>were<<else>>was<</if>> locked in a furious staring contest with Hayes, while Morgan seemed more interested in counting cobwebs in the office than whatever was happening in front of $g_himher. “Just how incompetent is your station //exactly,// Hayes?” Khari’s green eyes remained fixed on the Captain’s stressed form. Morgan’s dry laugh answered $a_himher sooner than Hayes could. “If you really want an answer to that, we’ll be here all day.” While the Captain grimaced at these words, Khari let out a hum of agreement. You took a deep breath, closing your $eyecolor eyes for just a brief moment. “I’m guessing the new death has something to do with all of this?” Captain’s eyes snapped back to you, as if he just remembered that you were in the room. The man had to be really shaken up. “Correct. I’m almost sure it’s the same guy—” Khari interrupted him with a barely muffled snort. “Why so sure it is a man, exactly?” Morgan supplied the answer before Hayes could even blink, “Because men are the worst, historically.” Hayes let out a barely audible ‘that’s fair,’ Khari hummed yet again, convinced of Amuart’s point, and you nodded slowly. It //was// hard to argue, when in your line of work, in nine out of ten times you always had to deal with an angry man causing trouble. “What’s the link between the cases?” You asked, coming back to the subject at hand. Hayes paced around the room, visibly irritating Khari with that, as your partner’s green eyes stalked his every move. “No previous signs, for one,” he didn’t have to explain this one further — everyone present in the room tensed, and that was enough for him to know you all understood, “no notes, all violent deaths no one would predict.” He continued, finishing his cigarette. <<button "Still a question remained" "Still a question remained">><</button>>

“Is your judgement clouded by anything?” Khari’s voice was far from sympathetic — just straight forward, with no malice behind it. Still, Hayes shot $a_himher an angry look. “You //know// this had to be asked.” You sighed, rubbing your hands together. Despite everything, you had to admit, $a_heshe <<if $a_person is "person">>were<<else>>was<</if>> not wrong. If Hayes started digging into the cases to make sense of his husband’s death — it could be problematic in the future. “//No//, detective Lortnoc, my judgement is //not// clouded,” he gritted out, fists clenching. In the corner of your eye, you could see Morgan’s eyes shifting between the captain and Khari. It was impossible to decipher $g_hisher emotions, but $g_heshe tensed slightly in $g_hisher seat. “I struggle to see //my// role in all of this — I am barely on your payroll, Salty.” The monotone voice snapped back both the captain and your partner out of their staring contest. Hayes’ brows furrowed. “You can //talk// to the damn ghosts, kid, I think your role is pretty damn clear.” For just a moment, you could’ve sworn Morgan would curse out the man. “It won’t be admissible, but it will give us a lead — we’ll know which cases to focus on.” Amuart’s fingers tapped nervously on the arm of the chair. “Fine.” The word almost sounded like ‘fuck you’ but thankfully, Hayes ignored it. <<button "The silence was unbearable." "The silence was unbearable.">><</button>>

“I assume our first step is going to the crime scene?” You inquired, catching everyone's attention at once. Hayes nodded absently, seemingly already somewhere else in his thoughts. “Anything else?” A dismissive wave of his hand was an answer enough. “Then we'd better get going,” you decided, already getting up. Morgan’s lips curled into an unhappy smile, as $g_heshe followed you out of the captain’s office. “Of course, we wouldn’t want the dead guy to run away, would we?” <<print $g_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> teased. Khari moved $a_hisher eyes onto Morgan, not particularly amused. “Hilarious.” <<print $a_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> deadpanned. Morgan shot $a_hisher a bleak smile. “I live to entertain the masses.” [[“Please, just get in the car.” You pleaded.][$genuine +=2; $khari_approval +=4; $morgan_approval +=3]] [[“So what you’re saying is, you’re a jester.” You teased.][$sarcastic +=2; $khari_approval +=2; $morgan_approval +=4]] [[❤ “You two are adorable.”][$friendly +=2; $khari_romance +=4; $khari_approval +=4; $morgan_romance +=4; $morgan_approval +=4]] [[“This will be a very long day.” You mumbled.][$stoic +=2; $khari_approval +=2; $morgan_approval +=3]] <<set $toby_approval to 30>>

<<set $chapter to "Chapter 1">> <<button "Chapter 1" "Chapter 1">><</button>>

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Khari let out a deep breath, silently agreeing with the sentiment. Morgan’s lips formed a pout, even though $g_hisher face remained the same–almost emotionless. “Fine, you two are no fun,” $g_heshe surrendered, getting on the backseat with not much protest after that. The drive to the scene wasn’t long; Deadwood didn’t have too many buildings, and unless there was a serious accident or bad weather – you could easily drive through the entire town in less than three hours. Most people just walked or used bikes, so there was little to no traffic. It was easy to find the crime scene, too. The police tape was a dead giveaway, as were the red and blue sirens still flickering on the few cars that blocked the entry to the alleway. <<button "Subtle" "Subtle">><</button>>

Morgan’s upper lip twitched slightly, not breaking the lopsided smile on $g_hisher face. “Sure, all I need is that freaky hat with bells.” Khari almost pushed $g_himher in the car. “I will make you swallow every single bell if you even try, Amuart.” Morgan raised $g_hisher arms defensively. “Alright, no hats with bells!” The drive to the scene wasn’t long; Deadwood didn’t have too many buildings, and unless there was a serious accident or bad weather – you could easily drive through the entire town in less than three hours. Most people just walked or used bikes, so there was little to no traffic. It was easy to find the crime scene, too. The police tape was a dead giveaway, as were the red and blue sirens still flickering on the few cars that blocked the entry to the alleway. <<button "Subtle" "Subtle">><</button>>

“It will indeed,” Khari uttered under $a_hisher breath. Morgan rolled $g_hisher eyes, but got into the car without any more arguments. The drive to the scene wasn’t long; Deadwood didn’t have too many buildings, and unless there was a serious accident or bad weather – you could easily drive through the entire town in less than three hours. Most people just walked or used bikes, so there was little to no traffic. It was easy to find the crime scene, too. The police tape was a dead giveaway, as were the red and blue sirens still flickering on the few cars that blocked the entry to the alleway. <<button "Subtle" "Subtle">><</button>>

<<audio "OST16" stop>><<cacheaudio "OST17" "https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/927190471657291806/960561619849592912/OST_17_chasing-the-killer39s-trail-dark-detective-thriller-soundtrack-loopable-15383.mp3">><<audio "OST17" loop play>><<audio "OST17" volume 0.80>>You stepped out, cringing at the sound of Khari mistreating your beloved Buttercup again. At any other time you’d comment on it, but now you had bigger issues. “Detective $Lastname?” You turned to the owner of the timid voice – one of the patrol officers, Toby Booker. “We expected you sooner.” He stated matter-of-factly. [[“Apologies, we had a minor setback.”|CS][$genuine +=3; $stoic +=3; $friendly +=3; $toby_approval +=10; $good_cop +=5; $bad_cop -=5]] [[“And I arrived later, your point?”|CS][$hostile +=3; $bold +=3; $sarcastic +=3; $khari_approval +=2; $morgan_approval +=2; $toby_approval -=10; $good_cop -=5; $bad_cop +=5]]

<<if $toby_approval <=30>>While Booker’s expression barely changed, you could see how his gaze turned colder as he looked at you. <<elseif $toby_approval >=31>>After a moment of brief hesitation, Booker’s expression relaxed as he gave you a short nod.<</if>> “In any case, we’ve secured the scene. Any potential evidence was bagged and delivered to the medical examiner,” you couldn’t help but notice the tint of disdain as he mentioned the doctor, “so far, we managed to keep the press away from this.” You lowered your head in unspoken thanks. In the corner of your eye, you caught a glimpse of your supernaturally-inclined consultant already ducking under the yellow tape – making a bee-line for the corpse on the ground. Khari – by some miracle – shot you only a look saying ‘you owe me for babysitting this feral gremlin’ and went to supervise Morgan. “There’s another thing,” you looked back at Tobias again, as he spoke. “We found the body thanks to a… tip, from your criminal informant.” Now the disdain in his voice was clear as day. “Sasha?” he nodded as you said the name. Or, a nickname rather, as… [[...she refused to give anyone her full name.|CS2][$sasha_gender to "female"; $sasha_person to "woman"; $sasha_heshe to "she"; $sasha_himher to "her"; $sasha_hisher to "her"; $sasha_hishers to "hers"; $sasha_himself to "herself"]] [[...they refused to give anyone their full name.|CS2][$sasha_gender to "nonbinary"; $sasha_person to "person"; $sasha_heshe to "they"; $sasha_himher to "them"; $sasha_hisher to "their"; $sasha_hishers to "theirs"; $sasha_himself to "themself"]] [[...he refused to give anyone his full name.|CS2][$sasha_gender to "male"; $sasha_person to "man"; $sasha_heshe to "he"; $sasha_himher to "him"; $sasha_hisher to "his"; $sasha_hishers to "his"; $sasha_himself to "himself"]] <<set $sasha_approval to 35>><<set $sasha_romance to 0>>

You met Sasha not long ago – though it did feel like it’s been ages since you two got acquainted. Alucard certainly had a… unique way of making friends, and meeting people in general – seeing how $sasha_heshe met you after you arrested $sasha_himher. No one knew //how// or //when// $sasha_heshe appeared in Deadwood – where $sasha_heshe lived, worked or came from. When you tried to find out who $sasha_heshe <<if $sasha_person is "person">>were<<else>>was<</if>> from $sasha_hisher fingerprints and DNA – absolutely nothing came up. Not even distant relatives, no record, nothing. You got really lucky that $sasha_heshe decided to become an informant and not cause any serious trouble. [[You actually grew fond of Sasha over time – some might call you friends, even.|CS3][$sasha_approval +=10]] [[Dealing with Sasha was a headache – every single time.|CS3][$sasha_approval -=10]] [[You two were just coworkers – sort of.|CS3]] <<if $aromantic is "true" && $asexual is "true">> <<else>>[[❤ You two often flirted together back and forth.|CS3][$sasha_approval +=10; $sasha_romance +=10]]<</if>>

“Is Sasha here?” you asked. The officer shot you a look that sent a clear message of ‘do you take me for an idiot?’ “No, $sasha_heshe <<if $sasha_person is "person">>are<<else>>is<</if>> at Wanda’s.” You nodded slowly. Sasha often spent $sasha_hisher time at the bar, testing the owner’s patience and $sasha_hisher own limit when it came to alcohol. “Alright, I will swing by to take $sasha_hisher statement when I’m done here.” Tobias bowed his head slightly in acknowledgement, before returning to his patrol car. Your eyes wandered, looking for a place to start. There was the general crime scene, with evidence already secured and photographed. Then there was the body, awaiting the primary examination at the scene before being sent to the morgue. [[You wanted to examine the crime scene first.|CS4.1][$khari_approval +=4; $investigate to "crimescene"]] [[You wanted to take a closer look at the body first.|CS4.2][$morgan_approval +=4; $investigate to "corpse"]]

You decided to take a closer look at the crime scene first. It was not exactly gruesome, but more violent than what you’d usually see. There were expected old cigarette buds laying on the ground, some empty beer cans and bottles – no potential murder weapon anywhere. Only blood to be found was around the body – no obvious signs of a struggle or a fight to be seen. “There are no CCTV cameras anywhere,” Khari’s voice took you out of your thoughts, as your partner’s eyes scanned the area. “No witnesses either, apart from your criminal informant.” There was a certain bite in $a_hisher words, apart from the usual annoyance. “If you’re implying–” Khari cut you off before you could even finish the sentence. “I’m not implying shit, $Lastname.” Your brows furrowed. “Just stating facts.” “Sasha’s not a criminal mastermind, you needn’t worry.” You assured, kneeling by the puddle of blood at the ground. The weather’s been humid since the night before, and so nothing dried yet. “It doesn’t take a mastermind to murder someone, $Lastname.” Khari’s grim words resonated in your skull, as you processed them. There was truth to it. Often all it took was for someone to get emotional enough to snap, and that was it. One life less in the world. “Did you notice anything?” you asked, looking up at Khari. <<button "You were partners, after all." "You were partners, after all.">><</button>> <<set $investigate to "crimescene">>

You decided to examine the body first – it seemed most important at the moment. While a medical examiner could tell you more about it in detail later, it was crucial to seize the chance to have at least a glimpse first. You walked towards the corpse, taking a note of the general lack of blood anywhere except for the immediate area around the body. You kneeled next to it, careful to try and get every little detail – it was impossible to know what could turn useful later on in the investigation. The victim was a man in his mid to late twenties, and he seemed to be in good shape – with no obvious signs of sickness or malnutrition. The clothes he wore suggested no problems with money, and a more physical life – all items of his clothing were something you could consider as ‘practical’ and designed for an active lifestyle. He had no jewelry or a watch on him, but his wallet and a phone were still in his pockets. //It wasn’t a robbery, then.// You thought to yourself, carefully examining the body. The body was lying face down on the ground – if not for the pool of blood under it, one could assume it was just another drunk person sleeping off yesterday's party. The victim’s eyes were wide open, but not in fear – more so a surprise. //Did he know the killer?// You wondered to yourself. This did not seem like a crime of passion – nor an accident or a robbery gone wrong. Obviously it was not a suicide, and so it did not fit the criteria of the newly discovered serial killer running rampant in Deadwood. //Would it be possible for two culprits to be active at the same time? In a place like this?// It seemed almost like the work of fiction – it was hard to imagine even one monster like this, but two? A loud string of curse words coming from somewhere behind you snapped you back into reality. <<button "Morgan." "Morgan.">><</button>> <<set $investigate to "corpse">>

<<print $a_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> bowed $a_hisher head ever so slightly – you almost missed the gesture. “There’s no secondary blood splatters.” <<print $a_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> said, pointing at the scene around you. “Not even a drop. Only blood that there is, is under and around the body.” You nodded to yourself, agreeing with the observation. For a kill so brutal, it seemed suspicious that there wasn’t more blood in the alley – either on the ground or the walls. “The body was moved here, then.” You concluded and surprisingly, Khari seemed to agree. “Either that, or it was a work of an //experienced// hunter.” Your brows furrowed at the choice of words. “Hunter?” Khari let out a hum in confirmation. “It happened at night, in a secluded area with no cameras or witnesses – there’s no way out of this alley either, so the victim was cornered. The blood hasn’t dried yet thanks to the weather, but there’s little to no evidence left behind – likely whatever was bagged and tagged will lead us nowhere near the culprit.” <<print $a_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> explained, arms crossed on $a_hisher chest. After a moment of consideration, you nodded along. “Fair, and the victim wasn’t exactly high-risk. Unless he was under the influence, he would put up a challenge for anyone who’d try something.” You walked ahead, to the end of the alley. There were no marks indicating that anyone climbed the wall, and no blood or scratches either. “If he didn’t put up a fight, it could be a blitz attack from someone he knew – someone who’d make him put his guard down.” You wondered out loud, as the green eyes of your partner stalked your every move. “Not necessarily. This alley is a common place for smokers, no?” Khari pointed to the many cigarette buds laying on the ground. “At night, someone could’ve easily approached him asking for a smoke, or a light – then attack.” You groaned in frustration. With so few leads, it was near impossible to rule out the many possibilities of what could’ve happened. As if sensing your distress, Khari moved beside you, offering you a somewhat reassuring glance. “We’ll know more after we examine the body, and once we learn more about the victim.” <<button "You nodded in agreement." "You nodded in agreement.">><</button>>

You took a minute to look over your partner. <<if $event2 is "coffee burn">>The memory of the ‘coffee incident’ was still fresh in your mind. In hindsight, it may not have been the smartest thing to agitate your already hostile partner. Then again, it wasn’t you who started it.<<else>>It would be challenging to work together in the long run if things stayed as they were now. While you didn’t think Khari would do anything to //actually// harm you, it was hard to tell if $a_heshe would have your back when the situation demanded it.<</if>> [[“I know we started off on the wrong foot, but I wanted to say that there’s no hard feelings.”][$stoic +=4; $genuine +=3; $friendly +=3; $khari_approval +=4]] [[“If you have a personal problem with me, at least keep it outside of working hours.”][$hostile +=4; $bold +=4; $khari_approval -=3]] <<if $event2 is "coffee burn">>[[“Listen, I know we had a rough start, but I wanted to apologize. I was out of line back at the station.”][$bold +=3; $genuine +=3; $stoic +=3; $khari_approval +=4]]<<else>>This option is not available.<</if>> <<if $event2 is "coffee burn">>[[“Listen, I am not going to apologize. We both acted like assholes, so let’s just behave like adults and put out feelings aside at work.”][$bold +=3; $hostile +=3; $khari_approval -=2]]<<else>>This option is not available.<</if>>

<<set $Ariel_approval to 30>>A hooded figure watched the commotion from a distance. The $person – detective $firstname $Lastname – was not something that was accounted for. It could be a potential issue in the long run, if $heshe got too close or learned too much. On the other hand, it would be too difficult to interfere at this point without losing the advantage of anonymity. The two helpers of $firstname – the psychic and the other detective – could be a major problem as well, with their abilities. The figure’s fingers tightened around the hilt of the blade – now clean off any blood. “If there is a deity, I will pray that we never cross paths, $firstname.” <<button "For now, you were safe." "For now, you were safe.">><</button>>

Morgan stood nearby, with a pained expression on $g_hisher face. Eyes closed, brows furrowed with fingers pressing to $g_hisher temples. “You don’t pay me enough for this shit,” $g_heshe mumbled. You tilted your head. “We pay you?” “You don’t, actually.” <<print $g_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> sighed, shaking $g_hisher head. “I have to bully Hayes about it //again.// I’ll need therapy eventually, because of //this.//” You hummed, thoughtfully. It would be a lie to say you understood how it was to see the dead or hear the deceased, but you could imagine it was not something pleasant. Though obviously helpful with investigations, you could hardly use it as evidence in court, too. “You learned something, I take it?” Morgan nodded, although did not answer you right away. “Something useful?” You pried again. “He did not see the face of his killer, or hear the murderer’s voice so that’s a bust,” $g_heshe took a deep breath, trying to compose $g_himself. “It was clean, though. The killer sort of appeared out of nowhere, one minute there was no one, and the next – boom. Sword to the gut.” You blinked slowly. “Did you just say ‘sword’?” <<print $g_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> nodded. “Sword. He was killed with a //sword.// Points for originality, huh?” <<print $g_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> shrugged $g_hisher arms, sticking $g_hisher hands into the pockets of the hoodie. You exhaled loudly. A //fucking// sword. You couldn’t even imagine where someone would //get// a sword. “Alright,” you mumbled, not sure how to process this new revelation. A medical examiner should confirm Morgan’s intel, but from the amount of blood and the overall strangeness of the case – you were inclined to believe your consultant. <<button "It was better than nothing." "It was better than nothing.">><</button>>

You grimaced, remembering the moment at Amuart’s house. Here you were, working together – likely continuing to work alongside each other in near future – but you had an awful start to your relationship. While the fault wasn’t necessary on your side,<<if $event4 is "morgan threat">> it was hard to forget the comment you’ve made at Morgan’s house – and the threat that followed.<<else>> you could understand where Morgan’s apathy was coming from. You’d probably show equal amount of emotion if you were forced to interact with the dead all day every day.<</if>> You looked over at the psychic, trying to decide on what to say. [[“Hey,” you started, “back at your house… I’m sorry, I realise how I could come off as an asshole.”][$morgan_approval +=4; $genuine +=3; $friendly +=3; $shy +=2]] [[“Listen,” you sighed, “I guess we started off on the wrong foot, can we keep it professional?”][$morgan_approval -=2; $bold +=3; $hostile +=3; $stoic +=2]] <<if $event4 is "morgan threat">>[[“Listen, about the comment I’ve made at your house,” you started, “I’m sorry, it was insensitive.”][$morgan_approval +=4; $genuine +=3; $friendly +=3; $stoic +=2]]<<else>>This option is not available.<</if>> <<if $event4 is "morgan threat">>[[“Amuart,” you started, “if you’re still mad over my comment – let us keep our personal feelings outside of work.”][$morgan_approval -=3; $hostile +=3; $bold +=3; $stoic +=2]]<<else>>This option is not available.<</if>>

<<audio "OST17" stop>><<cacheaudio "OST16" "https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/927190471657291806/960561619404984360/OST_16_cold-mind-enigma-crime-mysterious-enigmatic-detective-music-loopable-13553.mp3">><<audio "OST16" loop play>><<audio "OST16" volume 0.75>><<if $investigate is "crimescene">>Before reaching the medical examiner’s office, you managed to get Morgan to spill what $g_heshe actually learned from the victim. Apparently, the man was stabbed with a sword – yes, a sword – but wasn’t able to get a good look at the assailant’s face. No surprise there, since the place wasn’t well lit, and the attack itself had to be a surprise. Despite it not being much, it was still better than nothing in the long run. You could at least narrow down the possibilities – someone carrying a sword or a large blade would need to conceal it somehow. One thing that Morgan mentioned though made you think for a minute. The victim said that the killer ‘appeared out of nowhere’ yet there was only one entrance to the alley, and nothing to hide behind. The entire thing was strange, to say the least.<<else>>Khari was not too forward with $a_hisher findings, unsurprisingly, and making $a_hisher explain everything was like pulling teeth – just slightly more terrifying. In Lortnoc’s opinion, the attacker was likely treating this like a hunt. The kill was quick, almost professional. No unnecessary cruelty or theatrics, no signs of a fight or a struggle. In $a_hisher words: “It was likely over in less than a minute,” which was disturbing to say the least. You didn’t have just //one// serial killer in town – apparently, you had also a murderer who might just be a professional, or have experience in killing people. You just hoped that the two would not try to compete for the amount of victims or fear they could strike in Deadwood’s population. <</if>> You split up on your way to the medical examiner’s office – Morgan just waved in quiet thanks once you dropped $g_himher off at $g_hisher house, and Khari decided to head back to the station and read up on the potential serial killer’s victims. That meant you were going solo, <<button "just like the old days." "just like the old days.">><</button>>

You stared ahead. [[In all honesty, you missed the bickering and constant banter.][$extrovert to "true"]] [[You were relieved – you missed the silence.][$introvert to "true"]]

Khari’s snapped to turn to you so fast that for a moment you thought $a_hisher neck broke in the process. Morgan on the other hand looked as if some wires burned in $g_hisher brain. Khari was first to speak, throwing you a scolding glance as you entered your vehicle. “You are really testing me, $Lastname.” The drive to the scene wasn’t long; Deadwood didn’t have too many buildings, and unless there was a serious accident or bad weather – you could easily drive through the entire town in less than three hours. Most people just walked or used bikes, so there was little to no traffic. It was easy to find the crime scene, too. The police tape was a dead giveaway, as were the red and blue sirens still flickering on the few cars that blocked the entry to the alleway. <<button "Subtle" "Subtle">><</button>>

Unfortunately, as you both moved towards the deceased, Morgan hurled $g_himself in your general direction, almost taking down the both of you. Khari let out a pained grunt, jumping backwards – away from the smallest possibility of a foreign touch, <<if $touchaversion is "severe">>as did you.<<else>>unlike you, who was too stunned to react.<</if>> “Fucking //shit,// you little–” Khari started to say, only to be promptly interrupted. “He didn’t see the killer’s face so it’s a waste of fucking time,” Amuart interrupted $a_himher, sounding out of breath. “You– talked to him?” You asked, uncertain. Morgan shot you quite a hostile look. “No, I gazed into my crystal ball and had a vision of what happened.” <<print $g_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> mocked, hands trembling. Khari, despite the expression that could make Hell freeze over, moved slightly closer to $g_hisher side – seemingly concerned by the state in which Morgan was. “You look like you’re about to pass out,” $a_heshe pointed out, earning a dismissive scoff from Morgan. “Thanks, it’s what every $g_person wants to hear.” You knew a deflection when you heard one, and Amuart obviously tried to change the subject to anything other than $g_hisher well-being. “They need to take the body to the examiner anyway, and it will take some time before we will get any reports – how about I drop you off at your house, and we can pick you up later?” You suggested. It seemed like a good idea – you could learn what Morgan saw and heard, but also $g_heshe could rest. In this state, pushing $g_himher to speak could be a hazard, and you still had a whole day ahead of you – it wasn’t even noon. After weighing the options, Morgan gave you a short nod, giving in to the suggestion. “Fine, I guess I could use a nap.” <<print $g_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> mumbled, staggering back to the car, Khari following close after $g_himher. You sighed to yourself. A serial killer who masked their kills as suicides and accidents, and a mysterious death in a secluded alley. <<button "This was going to be a long day." "This was going to be a long day.">><</button>>

Khari looked at you with a flash of confusion on $a_hisher face. There was no aggression in $a_hisher expression, or any signs of a biting remark coming soon; you took that as a good thing. Instead of answering you verbally, Khari gave you a short nod of $a_hisher head. You allowed yourself to imagine that it was a sign of your relationship getting slightly less hostile, and more friendly instead. <<button "You should probably move on." "You should probably move on.">><</button>>

Khari’s lips twitched, as $a_heshe held back a snarl. You could almost feel the entire surroundings fill with intensity of the situation your comment caused. If your relationship wasn’t strained before – it sure was now. “Then stay out of my sight during working hours,” $a_heshe growled, taking a step back from you. <<button "You should probably move on." "You should probably move on.">><</button>>

Khari held your gaze for a second too long for it to be considered ‘normal’ but somehow, you felt that it’s a good sign. Or a neutral sign, at least. Finally, $a_heshe gave you a short nod, relaxing $a_hisher posture just slightly. Even that, you took as a personal victory. <<button "You should probably move on." "You should probably move on.">><</button>>

Khari’s lips pursed into a tight line. While $a_hisher overall expression wasn’t angry or annoyed, you could tell that $a_heshe wasn’t too happy with you right now. Tough luck, since you were here to work – not make friends, especially if the potential friends tried to burn your face off with mediocre coffee. While Khari did not say anything, you could tell that $a_hisher patience for you – if $a_heshe even had any left – was getting slimmer and slimmer. <<button "You should probably move on." "You should probably move on.">><</button>>

Morgan stared at you for a moment, before $g_hisher lips twitched in a forced, somewhat disturbing smile. “Sure, we can keep it professional.” Despite it being the answer you wanted, something about Amuart’s tone of voice and $g_hisher facial expression unnerved you. It was the same feeling as if the light just went out in the only light on the street, leaving you in darkness. <<button "Time to move on." "Time to move on.">><</button>>

Morgan’s head tilted, reminding you of a cat hearing a strange noise. <<print $g_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> didn’t say anything for a long while, just staring at you, as if trying to decipher the true meaning behind your words. Finally, after a solid minute, $g_heshe gave you a short nod. “It was, glad you realized that.” <<print $g_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> said, but without the usual sarcasm. You took that as a win. <<button "Time to move on." "Time to move on.">><</button>>

Morgan’s features hardened, and $g_hisher posture seemed more tense than before. It was, no doubt, because of your comment. “Can you keep your face outside of work?” <<print $g_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> asked, innocently. You could hear a choked laughter, as officer Toby heard this exchange. You had to restrain yourself from escalating things further. <<button "Time to move on." "Time to move on.">><</button>>

“Are you two done?” A raspy tone took both you and Morgan back to the present. Khari stood by the wall, arms crossed on $a_hisher chest, staring you down as usual. “We are,” Morgan confirmed, not waiting for your answer. “Let’s go, before this chatty gentleman actually kills me with his nagging.” Khari tilted $a_hisher head, watching Morgan curiously. “Amuart got some information from… the deceased,” you still found it hard to adjust to the reality of it. “Apparently, the murder weapon is a sword.” Khari shot the two of you a bewildered look. “A //sword?//” You nodded, so did Morgan. “I guess it makes sense.” The psychic let out a choking noise, staring at your partner with wide eyes. “In what //world// does it make sense?” “Well it wasn’t a kitchen knife, was it?” Khari bit out, raising an eyebrow in annoyance. “And it wasn’t a letter opener either, so a sword is a viable option.” “True, a machete or a saw would leave a different type of wound,” you agreed. It wasn’t maybe necessarily a sword, but people //were// creative – someone could’ve welded a large, thin knife or a dagger of sorts. It would certainly hinder the investigation, if no one got their hands on the actual weapon. Morgan shook $g_hisher head in defeat, letting out a low sigh. “You both – no, you //three// – give me a headache.” <<print $g_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> mumbled under $g_hisher head breath. <<button "This was going to be a long day." "This was going to be a long day.">><</button>>

[[You took out a cigarette.][$smoker to "true"]] [[You took a minute to observe your surroundings.]]

You sighed and took out a cigarette, promptly lighting it with a match. You found it better than using a lighter – and, as Roan kindly pointed it out once, it was better for the environment. Each time you took a drag, you felt your mind calm just a little – a much needed relief from the stressful and eventful morning. <<button "Time passed, again." "Time passed, again.">><</button>>

You inhaled the fresh, cold air and watched as barely visible fog formed in front of you as you breathed out. The weather was rarely nice, but as long as there were no storms with wind strong enough to break trees and topple cars – you were satisfied. <<button "Time passed, again." "Time passed, again.">><</button>>

<<audio "OST16" stop>><<cacheaudio "OST7" "https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/927190471657291806/960561474189799484/OST_7_with-all-my-heart-15640.mp3">><<audio "OST7" loop play>><<audio "OST7" volume 0.70>>As fate would have it, you were alone only for a moment before a familiar face came into view. Roan waved at you, speed walking in your direction. “$firstname!” <<print $roan_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> yelled out, with a sunny smile on $roan_hisher face, as always. <<if $smoker is "true">>You squashed the burnt butt of your cigarette, knowing better than to keep smoking with Luos around – while $roan_heshe didn’t give you a hard time because of it, you knew $roan_heshe <<if $roan_person is "person">>were<<else>>was<</if>> uncomfortable with the smoke.<<else>> <</if>> To be honest, it was pretty uncommon to see Roan out and about at such an early hour – usually $roan_heshe <<if $roan_person is "person">>were<<else>>was<</if>> at $roan_hisher bakery, selling freshly baked pastries and the sort, taking advantage of the lunch hour. [[You nodded at Roan in a short greeting.][$shy +=1; $genuine +=2; $stoic +=4; $roan_approval +=2]] [[You sighed, wishing for the examiner to call and save you from the interaction.][$hostile +=3; $bold +=2; $roan_approval -=2]] [[You smiled warmly, happy to see your friend.][$emotional +=2; $genuine +=3; $friendly +=3; $roan_approval +=6]] <<if $touchaversion is "severe">>This option is not available.<<else>>[[You smiled, reaching out to give Roan a hug.][$emotional +=2; $genuine +=3; $friendly +=3; $roan_approval +=6; $roan_romance +=3]]<</if>> <<if $aromantic is "true">> <<else>>[[❤ You felt your heart flutter, excited at the thought of seeing Roan.][$emotional +=4; $shy +=2; $genuine +=3; $friendly +=3; $roan_approval +=6; $roan_romance +=5]]<</if>>

Roan offered you a heartwarming smile, one that could remind you of sunflowers and spring. It was something that never changed in $roan_himher – the eternal, unwavering shine that there was to $roan_hisher person. “Glad to see you, $firstname, I was worried I wouldn’t catch you today!” <<print $roan_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> breathed out, seemingly tired after walking from their bakery to the examiner’s office. You hummed thoughtfully in response. <<button "You were looking for me?" "You were looking for me?">><</button>>

You would’ve cursed out loud if you thought $roan_heshe wouldn’t catch it. Unfortunately, $roan_heshe <<if $roan_person is "person">>were<<else>>was<</if>> within hearing distance, and knew you well enough to know when you swear under your breath. “I’m glad that I found you,” $roan_heshe said, with a polite smile on $roan_hisher face, as always. Your brows furrowed. <<button "You were looking for me?" "You were looking for me?">><</button>>

It was a sight for sore eyes, in all honesty. Roan had a certain charm about $roan_himher – $roan_heshe could make anyone’s day better just by being nearby and keeping company. You didn’t know if it was $roan_hisher eternal optimism and the cheery attitude, or the fact that $roan_hisher had empathy and patience for everyone, no matter the circumstances. “Happy to see me?” <<print $roan_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> asked, with a happy note in $roan_hisher voice. Your smile widened. “Always,” you confirmed. <<print $roan_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> chuckled at that, “then I’m //double// glad to have caught you.” <<button "You were looking for me?" "You were looking for me?">><</button>>

Roan chuckled at the gesture, easily leaning into the touch and settling into your arms. <<if $height is "very tall">>You rested your chin on the top of $roan_hisher head,<<elseif $height is "very short" >><<print $roan_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> rested $roan_hisher chin on the top of your head,<</if>> enjoying the warmth. “I’ve missed you,” you murmured, with a friendly but teasing tone. <<if $smoker is "true">>Roan scrunched $roan_hisher nose, smelling the cigarette smoke on your clothes, no doubt. Luckily, $roan_heshe didn’t mention it.<<else>> <</if>> Roan let out a short laugh at that, gently patting your back. “I can see that!” <<print $roan_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> shook $roan_hisher head. “I’m very glad to have caught you, then.” <<button "You were looking for me?" "You were looking for me?">><</button>>

It was hard to miss the warm feeling radiating from your chest – not quite like the anxious ‘butterflies’ but something else; something positive and bubbly that made you want to get up and run or jump high into the air. Every time you glanced at $roan_hisher face you could’ve sworn you just got to look at the sun itself without being blinded. Roan simply made you happy just by existing – you didn’t know yet if it terrified you or excited you, or maybe both. Judging by how wide $roan_hisher smile was, $roan_heshe <<if $roan_person is "person">>were<<else>>was<</if>> equally as happy to see you, as you were to see $roan_himher. “$firstname,” you couldn’t resist a smile as you heard your name in the familiar, soft tone. “It’s always a joy to be able to see you, I’m glad to have caught you.” <<button "You were looking for me?" "You were looking for me?">><</button>>

<<print $roan_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> nodded quickly, and a few stray strands of hair bounced around $roan_hisher face as $roan_heshe did it. “I heard you had another tough one today,” $roan_heshe explained, sending you one of $roan_hisher soul-warming smiles, “so, I figured you could use some cheering up!” <<print $roan_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> extended $roan_hisher hand towards you, with a small paper bag. It had a yellow bee printed on it, a logo of the Luos bakery. Inside, was <<cycle "$bakerygoods" autoselect>> <<option "your favorite sandwich">> <<option "a slice of your favorite pie">> <<option "your favorite bagel">> <<option "a slice of your favorite cake">> <<option "a bunch of your favorite cookies">> <<option "a cup of your favorite fruits">> <</cycle>>, at the sight of which you could feel yourself salivating. <<if $roan_approval >=32>>“You’re a lifesaver, Roan, thank you.” You smiled back, taking the bag. <<else>>You took the bag, giving Roan a small nod of appreciation. “Thank you.”<</if>> “Don’t mention it, really,” $roan_heshe fixed $roan_hisher iconic, pink-tinted glasses. “I can’t let the Deadwood’s Protector starve on the job now, can I?” There was a subtle teasing note in $roan_hisher voice, and not even a minute later $roan_heshe winked at you, chuckling under $roan_hisher breath. “Now, I should get back to //my// work, before a riot happens because someone didn’t get their muffins.” Despite knowing that it was a joke, you wouldn’t be surprised if someone actually did cause trouble for this exact reason. Roan’s bakery was sort of a special place for the community – and Luos made it $roan_hisher life’s mission to accommodate everyone’s dietary needs, since $roan_hisher shop was the only decent one in town. Not only that, people often just came there to sit and talk to each other; gossip about the neighbors, read during a break at work, study for school. You couldn’t begin to imagine Deadwood without the Luos family bakery. “Will you have some time after work?” the question startled you back into the present, despite how gentle Roan’s voice was. [[“I will, pinky promise!” You smiled, cheerfully.][$roan_approval +=5; $friendly +=4; $genuine +=3; $emotional +=4; $roan_hangout to "true"]] [[You sighed, apologetic. “I’m sorry, I might not have the time today with how chaotic everything is.”][$roan_approval +=3; $genuine +=4; $stoic +=3; $roan_hangout to "false"]] [[You scrambled to find some sort of excuse. “Maybe some other time.”][$roan_approval -=2; $hostile +=1; $roan_hangout to "false"]] <<if $aromantic is "true">> <<else>>[[❤ You felt your face heat up slightly. “Sure– I mean, yes, I will.”][$roan_romance +=5; $roan_approval +=5; $shy +=4; $emotional +=4; $roan_hangout to "true"]]<</if>> <<if $aromantic is "true">> <<else>>[[❤ A confident smile started to form on your lips. “For you? Always.”][$roan_romance +=5; $roan_approval +=5; $bold +=4; $sarcastic +=4; $roan_hangout to "true"]]<</if>> <<set $Rozalia_approval to 25>>

It was some form of entertainment, and filled the time – which you had a lot to kill, since the medical examiner told you to wait outside until she’s done. Now that you were on your own, with no one to talk to or even tease – it was a bit boring and tedious. <<button "Time passed." "Time passed.">><</button>>

You preferred solitude to the company of others – it had nothing to do with the people, more so the fact that you felt more comfortable in silence than when you were surrounded by constant noise. Now you had plenty of undisturbed quiet, since the medical examiner ordered you to wait outside until she’s called for you. <<button "Time passed." "Time passed.">><</button>>

Morgan looked up at you, $g_hisher expression softening a little bit. It was far from relaxed, but it //was// an improvement. “Already forgotten, detective.” <<print $g_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> waved $g_hisher hand dismissively. You allowed yourself to smile, as Amuart tried to give you one as well. <<button "Time to move on." "Time to move on.">><</button>>

Roan’s smile widened at that. “Amazing! It’s been way too long since we had a proper hang-out,” as $roan_heshe said that, you realized just how painfully accurate $roan_heshe was. With your less-than favorable work schedule, and Roan mostly working mornings and noons, you hardly had a moment to meet up and talk, or do anything more. You couldn’t remember a time when you had even a proper meal together, like you used to. “Well, tonight we’re fixing that!” Roan let out a quiet chuckle, clearly amused by your enthusiasm. “Alright, I really need to get back to work,” $roan_heshe groaned, slowly walking away, “see you tonight, $firstname!” “See you tonight!” <<button "and you were alone" "and you were alone">><</button>>

No matter what you personally wanted, it was simply impossible to predict your work schedule these days – especially now, when you just discovered the existence of a serial killer in Deadwood, and a likely murderer as well. Realistically, you could be called back in even in the middle of the night if something happened. You didn’t want to make plans and then bail at the last minute. Fortunately, Roan understood that. <<print $roan_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> was always very understanding of your work. “It’s alright, we can meet up some other time,” $roan_heshe assured, calming down your potential anxieties. “Just please, be careful, $firstname.” “I will, don’t worry. See you around, Roan,” you said, as $roan_heshe started walking away. <<button "and you were alone" "and you were alone">><</button>>

Roan’s smile faltered, and $roan_hisher cheerful expression dropped for a second. It felt weird, to be the cause of that, but you simply neither had the time nor the energy to spend more time with Roan. You had a lot of work as it was, and needed some rest or something to destress. Fortunately, Roan didn’t try to convince you – $roan_heshe never did. <<print $roan_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> always respected your boundaries and needs, no matter what. “Some other time, then.” <<print $roan_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> nodded you goodbye, already walking away. <<button "and you were alone" "and you were alone">><</button>>

Roan’s smile grew more gentle and warm, if it was even possible. “I’ll look forward to it, then.” <<print $roan_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> said, voice so soft it melted your heart in an instant. For a moment you got worried that Roan would hear just how loud your heart beat, but if $roan_heshe did, $roan_heshe did not comment on it. “Be careful, $firstname!” <<print $roan_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> yelled, walking away. Before you could formulate a sentence again, $roan_heshe <<if $roan_person is "person">>were<<else>>was<</if>> already too far to hear you. You sighed, nevertheless, “and you too, Roan.” <<button "and you were alone" "and you were alone">><</button>>

Roan’s eyes widened, as your comment surprised $roan_himher, and for a moment you could see how flustered it made $roan_himher. “You and your flirting,” $roan_heshe mumbled quietly, shaking $roan_hisher head, slowly regaining composure. “I will see you tonight, then.” Your smile only grew, as you watched $roan_hisher start to walk back. “Don’t miss me too much!” You yelled, and laughed as you noticed Roan shake $roan_hisher head like a disappointed parent. <<button "and you were alone" "and you were alone">><</button>>

<<audio "OST7" stop>><<cacheaudio "OST16" "https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/927190471657291806/960561619404984360/OST_16_cold-mind-enigma-crime-mysterious-enigmatic-detective-music-loopable-13553.mp3">><<audio "OST16" loop play>><<audio "OST16" volume 0.75>>You exhaled slowly, your gaze sliding over the silhouettes of the tall trees in the horizon. The longer you looked at them, the more it felt like you were being watched. It was impossible to see past them, as there was an impenetrable darkness between each and every one of them. You didn’t even know what it was that you were looking for. Maybe a movement, or a flash of yellow eyes. Maybe a familiar face staring back at you. Realistically, it would be more likely for you to see a lone doe or an owl than anything else. Still, you couldn’t shake off that uncomfortable feeling of being observed – like prey. The door to the office opened up after a moment, revealing the medical examiner – Rozalia. She looked far from happy, and looked you over with a tired gaze. You could’ve guessed that she didn’t get much sleep as of late. “Anything interesting in those trees, or will you go back to your job?” You pursed your lips into a thin line. You didn’t expect a warm welcome, really, but the hostility wasn’t something easy to get used to, no matter how often you faced it. “Better hide that bag, or it’s going to reek like dead bodies.” She nodded at your second breakfast, with a gesture inviting you inside the office. Promptly, you hid the food and followed her inside. You just wanted to get this over with, learn whatever you could and get back to the station, hopefully. [[“Would it kill you to be nice?”][$hostile +=3; $bold +=3; $sarcastic +=3; $Rozalia_approval -=5; $good_cop -=5; $bad_cop +=5]] [[“Did something happen?”][$genuine +=3; $friendly +=3; $emotional +=3; $Rozalia_approval +=5; $good_cop +=5; $bad_cop -=5]]

Rozalia laughed, but with no real happiness behind it. “It might, we will never know. Now, move it, before our new friend runs off.” You rolled your eyes. “Hilarious.” Her lips curled into a smirk. “I know, I should’ve been a comedian!” You sighed, closing the door behind you. <<button "the darkness surrounded you" "the darkness surrounded you">><</button>>

Rozalia shrugged, giving you a non-answer. “Doesn’t something happen every day? That’s the charm of this town, after all. A new cadaver every Monday or so.” It //was// hard to argue with that. “Long day, and it’s not even afternoon, $Lastname. I’m guessing your day is going about as well as mine is.” You let out a long sigh. At least you //tried// to be caring. <<button "the darkness surrounded you" "the darkness surrounded you">><</button>>

Rozalia cleared her throat, leading you to the exam table where the unfortunate victim laid. “First things first, let me introduce you to our friend here,” she started, handing you a file. “Samuel Cherny, age twenty-eight, died around four or five am. It's hard to pinpoint a more accurate time of death, with how cold and wet it was lately. He’s a local boy, though he’s apparently been away for the last couple of years, only came back in the last week or so. Raised by a single father, came to Deadwood for his funeral.” You flipped the pages in the file – you didn’t recognise the man’s face, which did confirm that he had to have come to town recently. If your memory was right, then Stanislav Cherny – his father – died in a freak accident with a lamp post. More specifically, the lamp post suddenly came down on the poor guy and crushed him. “Anything on toxicology?” You asked, not raising your eyes from the documents. Rozalia shook her head. “Nothing besides low alcohol levels in his blood; there was no food in his stomach so I’d guess he just had one beer before the incident.” Your brows furrowed. “No drugs or sedatives detected?” Rozalia crossed her arms on her chest, everything in her posture telling you to not even try and question the accuracy of her tests. “Okay, none detected,” you muttered quietly. “Cause of death was massive hemorrhage; whoever is responsible for this, they knew exactly where to strike. One, precise stab wound to the chest was enough – even if someone called the ambulance right then and there, he likely wouldn’t survive.” //This supports the theory that it is someone with experience… Maybe a professional?// You wondered, tapping your finger on the side of the file. “Did you figure out the murder weapon?” You asked, finally looking up from the papers. Judging from Rozalia’s face, the answer was ‘no’. “It was something sharp and metallic, I’ll tell you that. It’s definitely not a knife, maybe the killer is a welder and made his own murder weapon, I can’t say. It would be thin and long, though, and not too heavy.” “How would you know that?” “There’s no bruising around the wound, and it penetrated nearly all the way to the spine.” It did seem to make sense. “Then again, it’s very hard to tell, we have nothing similar in the database, and I’ve never seen something similar in my career.” She shrugged. “I’ll take this to Hayes,” you shoved the file into your bag. “If you find anything else, no matter how insignificant it seems, let me know.” “Of course, detective. Best of luck,” she walked you out, forcing a polite but insincere smile on her face. “I hope we won’t see each other again too soon.” You grimaced, understanding the sentiment immediately. “I hope so too,” just one dead body for now was enough, <<button "you didn’t need another." "you didn’t need another.">><</button>>

<<audio "OST16" stop>><<cacheaudio "OST18" "https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/927190471657291806/960565335772266616/OST_18_night-city-drive-loopable-crime-thriller-mystery-mood-7584.mp3">><<audio "OST18" loop play>>The drive to the station didn’t take long. You wanted to get there as fast as you could, too, not only to recharge your batteries with the food from Roan, but also to give the captain the medical report and find out if Khari learned anything new. You nodded at your partner in passing, walking quickly towards the captain’s office, not slowing down to even check if $a_heshe noticed you. Before you could’ve reached Hayes, the noise of a body colliding with a glass window caught your attention. It didn’t come from any actual windows, however. The noise came from the interview room – which was surprising, since it was usually empty. You ran inside, scanning the area immediately. Officer Toby was deathly pale, with his back pressed into the glass screen. He was struggling to formulate a single sentence, as the apparent detainee kept a firm hold on the collar of his uniform. You reached out, attempting to defuse the situation and separate the two, when you came face to face with a furious… [[… woman, who now focused her murderous gaze on you.|RIVEN][$riven_gender to "female"; $riven_person to "woman"; $riven_heshe to "she"; $riven_himher to "her"; $riven_hisher to "her"; $riven_hishers to "hers"; $riven_himself to "herself"]] [[… man, who now focused his murderous gaze on you.|RIVEN][$riven_gender to "male"; $riven_person to "man"; $riven_heshe to "he"; $riven_himher to "him"; $riven_hisher to "his"; $riven_hishers to "his"; $riven_himself to "himself"]] [[… person, who now focused their murderous gaze on you.|RIVEN][$riven_gender to "nonbinary"; $riven_person to "person"; $riven_heshe to "they"; $riven_himher to "them"; $riven_hisher to "their"; $riven_hishers to "theirs"; $riven_himself to "themself"]] <<set $riven_approval to 25>><<set $riven_romance to 0>>

“You want to get your shit rocked too, you unsalted shrimp?” <<print $riven_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> growled out, so unnaturally low and animalistic you could’ve sworn the sound came from a dog or a wolf, and not an actual person. “You are inside a police station, calm down–” “Like hell I will!” <<print $riven_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> pushed Tobias onto you, nearly sending you both on the ground. “I didn’t do shit, but this kid //arrested// me!” “Okay, I’m sure it was a misunderstanding–” “You were swinging at a guy with a beer bottle!” You groaned, wishing Toby would just shut his mouth; this was //not// helping the entire situation. You pushed him out of the room, sending him off with a warning glare. His abrasiveness was doing the opposite of what you needed right now. Luckily, Booker didn't fight you on this, and quickly made his way out of the room. Meanwhile, the agitated stranger seemed to be getting more worked up with every passing second. <<print $riven_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> was circling around the room like a lion locked in a cage; fists clenching and unclenching, as if ready to attack at any moment. [[You decided to risk it, and try to handcuff the aggressor.][$hostile +=4; $bold +=4; $riven_approval -=2; $good_cop -=5; $bad_cop +=5]] [[You raised your hands, trying to show you mean no harm.][$stoic +=4; $genuine +=4; $friendly +=3; $riven_approval +=4; $good_cop +=5; $bad_cop -=5]] [[You stood your ground, blocking the exit, but not escalating further.][$stoic +=4; $bold +=4; $riven_approval +=4; $good_cop +=5; $bad_cop -=5]] <<set $metriven to "true">>

You took a deep breath, and made a split second decision. It wouldn’t be the first time that you had to tackle someone and handcuff them just to avoid anyone getting injured – including the aggressor. You reached for your handcuffs once the $riven_person <<if $riven_person is "person">>weren’t<<else>>wasn’t<</if>> looking, and then attempted to jump and grab at $riven_hisher arm. It didn’t go exactly as planned – before you even made one step, your own arm was twisted behind your back and you were pressed face first into the glass screen. <<if $touchaversion is "severe">> Your skin burned where the $riven_person grabbed you, and you felt a wave of immense discomfort drown you, taking away all air from your lungs. Before it escalated further, the touch suddenly disappeared – instead of the stranger’s arms caging you, you were shoved onto the ground. The $riven_person was looking down on you, $riven_hisher expression still furious, but $riven_heshe seemed to be calming down. You had no idea how long you two stayed like this, but eventually Quinn and Hayes ran into the room – with Khari right behind them – and the $riven_person backed off to the opposite side of the room, raising $riven_hisher hands. <<elseif $touchaversion is "moderate">>Your skin tingled, as if pricked by invisible needles, and your jaw clenched in obvious discomfort. Your breathing quickened, as you struggled to break free from the firm grip. As if the stranger could read you like a book, $riven_hisher expression changed from pure fury to barely contained anger, as $riven_heshe shoved you down onto the floor, taking a step back from you. You had no idea how long you two stayed like this, but eventually Quinn and Hayes ran into the room – with Khari right behind them – and the $riven_person backed off to the opposite side of the room, raising $riven_hisher hands. <<elseif $touchaversion is "false">>You could feel the hot breath against the back of your neck, and the heat of another body behind you. No matter how much you struggled in $riven_hisher grip, it was impossible to break free. Annoyingly, while you panted, exhausted, $riven_heshe seemed to not even break a sweat. You had no idea how long you two stayed like this, but eventually Quinn and Hayes ran into the room – with Khari right behind them – and the $riven_person backed away, raising $riven_hisher hands. <</if>> <<button "Hayes looked positively furious." "Hayes looked positively furious.">><</button>>

The $riven_person tilted $riven_hisher head to the side, obviously confused by the change. Clearly, $riven_heshe expected a vastly different reaction from you. Not that you could blame $riven_himher, since it was hardly a calm and peaceful environment to begin with. “I’m not going to harm you,” you tried, keeping your distance so as to not agitate $riven_himher further. <<print $riven_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> barked with laughter, not taking $riven_hisher eyes off of you. “And I’m supposed to trust you? Just like that?” <<print $riven_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> shook $riven_hisher head in disbelief. “I appreciate the attempt, but it's not gonna happen – I’d sooner trust a rabid raccoon.” You bit your lip, trying not to show the disappointment on your face. At least you tried, that’s what counted. Before you had the chance to speak again, Quinn and Hayes ran into the room – with Khari right behind them – and the $riven_person backed away, raising $riven_hisher hands. <<button "Hayes looked positively furious." "Hayes looked positively furious.">><</button>>

You didn’t move an inch, refusing to back away first. You stood your ground, as did the $riven_person in front of you. You watched $riven_himher, not speaking a word – you didn’t want to risk saying the wrong thing and escalating things – and not moving in $riven_hisher direction. You just waited for $riven_himher to calm down. Surprisingly, it seemed to be working. As seconds passed, the $riven_person looked less worked up, and started to relax just a bit. It was a small victory, you decided. Better than potentially flying chairs, or a fist fight on the floor of the interview room. After a moment of mutual staring contest, Quinn and Hayes ran into the room – with Khari right behind them – and the $riven_person backed away to the opposite side of the room, raising $riven_hisher hands. <<button "Hayes looked positively furious." "Hayes looked positively furious.">><</button>>

Quinn was cowering behind the captain, intimidated by the situation, while Khari’s gaze was fixed on the $riven_person in the room with you. Hayes’ face was red from anger. “What in the //fuck// is going on here?!” The yelling didn’t seem to faze the stranger – $riven_heshe still looked pissed off, to say the least. “One of your idiots //arrested me,// that’s what’s going on!” You cleared your throat. “According to Officer Booker, this $riven_person was threatening someone with a beer bottle – when I came in, $riven_heshe had Booker pressed into the glass.” You clarified, under the scrutinizing gaze of your superior. Hayes’ nostrils flared up, and you couldn’t tell who he was angry at more – Tobias, you or this unknown individual. For a long minute, he and the $riven_person stared each other down, until the captain finally let out a heavy sigh, pinching his nose bridge. “Let’s just– Why did you threaten someone again, Sinac?” //So, $riven_hisher name is Sinac,// you noted in your head. “I thought we’ve been over this.” Sinac scoffed dismissively, crossing $riven_hisher arms on $riven_hisher chest. “You talked, I just listened – I never said I’m going to change anything.” A quiet //’for fuck’s sake, I’m too old for this’// nearly escaped your attention. Not Khari’s though, as $a_heshe didn’t bother holding back a smirk. “Detective $Lastname,” you quickly focused back on Hayes, sensing his gaze falling onto you. “Please escort Sinac out of the station, and do //not// cause any trouble. Understand?” [[You gave him a nod. “Yes, sir.”][$stoic +=5; $genuine +=3; $Hayes_approval +=10]] [[“Yes, sir.” You seethed through your teeth.][$hostile +=5; $bold +=3; $Hayes_approval -=10]] [[“Yes, sir.” You responded meekly.][$shy +=5; $emotional +=3; $Hayes_approval +=10]]

Hayes made a hum of approval, his shoulders relaxing slightly. “Good.” He mumbled, and turned his attention to Sinac. “Apologies on behalf of Officer Booker, this won’t happen again, you know the drill, Riven.” //Riven Sinac, then. Strange, it feels like I’ve heard that name somewhere before.// ‘Riven’ shot the captain a mildly disturbing smile. “All too well, Cap.” <<button "You both moved out the door." "You both moved out the door.">><</button>>

Hayes gave you a warning glare, before turning his attention away from you, back to Sinac. “Don’t get in trouble again, Riven, I mean it.” //Riven Sinac, then. Better to remember it for the future… but why does it sound familiar?// Riven scoffed, half amused, half bored – or at least that’s what it seemed like to you. <<button "You both moved out the door." "You both moved out the door.">><</button>>

Hayes’ expression somewhat softened, as he turned his attention away from you. His stance relaxed too, as if trying to seem less intimidating. “Let’s try not to repeat this one again, alright, Riven?” //Riven Sinac, then. Why does this name seem so familiar?// Riven shrugged, seemingly already somewhere else with $riven_hisher thoughts. <<button "You both moved out the door." "You both moved out the door.">><</button>>

<<audio "OST18" stop>><<cacheaudio "OST9" "https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/927190471657291806/960561511326167080/OST_9_i-am-sad-and-melancholic-ig-version-loop-02-7316.mp3">><<audio "OST9" loop play>><<audio "OST9" volume 0.90>>As Riven moved to pass you, something caught your eye. A necklace that was hanging around $riven_hisher neck. A broken heart, with engraved letters. It looked old and battered, tried by time, and it looked so familiar to you. It took you no less than a second to recall a memory – a memory of you and your childhood best friend. //Riven Sinac.// A frail, bruised up kid from the house next door, that was ready to get suspended and jump into fights for you without a second thought. You two shared an identical necklace – one part of the heart was yours, another one was $riven_hishers. It spelled out “Best Friends” and it seemed quirky and fun for the two of you at the time. [[You kept your necklace over the years, and you wore it every day – though sometimes you barely remembered its significance.][$riven_approval +=10; $riven_romance +=10; $emotional +=3; $genuine +=3; $friendly +=3; $necklace to "worn"]] [[You kept the necklace over the years, and stored it safely at your house – you didn’t always remember why, though.][$stoic +=3; $emotional +=3; $genuine +=3; $riven_approval +=5; $necklace to "kept"]] [[You lost the necklace years ago – it was years ago, and Riven left when you were both fourteen, so you saw no point in keeping it.][$riven_approval -=5; $stoic +=3; $hostile +=3; $necklace to "false"]]

Even when your memories of Riven were fuzzy and unclear, you could never bring yourself to get rid of the necklace. It was connected to too many happy moments of your life, and it was something that allowed you to feel close to Riven – even when you two were apart. Now, however, here $riven_heshe <<if $riven_person is "person">>were<<else>>was<</if>> – //your// Riven, <<button "in the flesh." "in the flesh.">><</button>>

You didn’t have the heart to throw the necklace away, even though it looked childish, cheap and old. It was physical proof that Riven existed, and that you two were friends. Maybe you kept it in hopes that you’d meet again, or maybe you were simply sentimental. Now, however, here $riven_heshe <<if $riven_person is "person">>were<<else>>was<</if>> – //your// Riven, <<button "in the flesh." "in the flesh.">><</button>>

Realistically, it was unlikely that you’d ever meet Riven again – after $riven_heshe disappeared, you saw no point in holding on to the past. <<print $riven_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> never called you, wrote to you or texted you in any way. For all you knew, $riven_heshe probably forgot about you, and so you tried to do the same. Now, however, here $riven_heshe <<if $riven_person is "person">>were<<else>>was<</if>> – //your// Riven, <<button "in the flesh." "in the flesh.">><</button>>

“Riven?” The sound of $riven_hisher own name startled $riven_himher, and forced $riven_himher to take a step back from the detective. <<print $riven_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> never liked feeling cornered – the feeling sending $riven_himher into a frenzied panic – and the last fifteen minutes were nothing short of a nightmare. First, the officer – Booker – arrested $riven_himher and dragged $riven_himher to a station – and later this detective tried to intervene, who knows why. Riven never saw $himher before, which was strange. <<print $riven_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> was a frequent guest to the station, often dragged there for fights with bar patrons. //Maybe $heshe <<if $mc_pronouns_plural is "true">>are<<else>>is<</if>> from the night shift or new to the job or some shit,// $riven_heshe thought to $riven_himself. Detective $Lastname unnerved Riven. <<print $hisher.toUpperFirst()>> face seemed eerily familiar, and so did $hisher scent. Yet, no memories came to mind, no matter how much Riven tried to remember. It frustrated $riven_himher to the core. “What are you gawking at? I got something on my face or what?” <<print $riven_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> asked, defensively. [[The detective seemed on edge – and ready to explode.][$emotional +=3; $hostile +=3; $riven_approval -=2]] [[The detective was smiling wide, seemingly happy.][$friendly +=4; $emotional +=3; $riven_approval +=3]] [[The detective seemed shocked – eyes wide in surprise.][$emotional +=3; $riven_approval +=2]]

After over a decade, Riven stood in front of you – flesh and blood – as real as Hayes, or Quinn or even Khari, who was standing nearby. It made you //angry.// After so many years, you only managed to see $riven_himher again because of an incident with another officer. <<if $necklace is "worn">>The necklace burned on your chest, as if made of hot iron.<<elseif $necklace is "kept">>The memory of the necklace hidden away at your home wormed its way into your mind, refusing to disappear again.<<elseif $necklace is "false">>You were glad to have thrown the necklace away now.<</if>> “I’m $firstname. $firstname $Lastname. Do you not remember me?” You asked, agitated. <<if $trans is "true">>To be fair, you did change from the time you were fourteen; you came out as trans since then. Still, it hurt to see no recognition in Riven’s eyes even as you said your name. <<else>> While you certainly grew up since the time you were fourteen, the lack of recognition in Riven’s eyes still hurt.<</if>> It was as if all those years of friendship you had did not happen. The realization slowly sinked in. <<button "Riven did not remember you." "Riven did not remember you.">><</button>>

You couldn’t believe it. Your best friend from childhood stood right in front of you, alive and relatively well. While obviously $riven_heshe did change, you could still imagine the frail, shy kid that $riven_heshe once <<if $riven_person is "person">>were.<<else>>was.<</if>> <<if $necklace is "worn">>The necklace on your chest was like a second heart now – you had the urge to grab at it just to calm your excitement.<<elseif $necklace is "kept">>You cursed yourself for keeping the old necklace hidden away at home – you wished you could’ve shown it to Riven.<<elseif $necklace is "false">>Your stomach dropped as you realized that you’ve thrown your part of the necklace away. At least the thought that Riven held onto $riven_hishers helped your nerves.<</if>> “I’m $firstname. $firstname $Lastname. Do you not remember me?” You asked, hopeful. <<if $trans is "true">>To be fair, you did change from the time you were fourteen; you came out as trans since then. Still, it hurt to see no recognition in Riven’s eyes even as you said your name. <<else>> While you certainly grew up since the time you were fourteen, the lack of recognition in Riven’s eyes still hurt.<</if>> It was as if all those years of friendship you had did not happen. The realization slowly sinked in. <<button "Riven did not remember you." "Riven did not remember you.">><</button>>

Your mind was flooded by a million questions, all of which branched into another thousand of them. Why did $riven_heshe disappear years ago, when did $riven_heshe come back to Deadwood, why did $riven_heshe come back to town – for starters. Yet, you didn’t seem to be able to formulate a single coherent sentence, as your thoughts were still racing. <<if $necklace is "worn">>Slowly, you calmed down, feeling the weight of the necklace on your neck. It was almost like a lucky charm by now.<<elseif $necklace is "kept">>Your mind stopped spiraling once you remembered about the necklace you kept at home – maybe next time you could show it to Riven, jog $riven_hisher memory a little that way. <<elseif $necklace is "false">>Your stomach twisted into knots as you realized that you’ve thrown your part of the necklace away. You couldn’t have known that you’d see each other again, of course, but the guilty feeling did not go away.<</if>> “I’m $firstname. $firstname $Lastname. Do you not remember me?” You asked, still quite shocked. After all, it was close enough to seeing a ghost. <<if $trans is "true">>To be fair, you did change from the time you were fourteen; you came out as trans since then. Still, it hurt to see no recognition in Riven’s eyes even as you said your name. <<else>> While you certainly grew up since the time you were fourteen, the lack of recognition in Riven’s eyes still hurt.<</if>> It was as if all those years of friendship you had did not happen. The realization slowly sinked in. <<button "Riven did not remember you." "Riven did not remember you.">><</button>>

Life would be less cruel if you both simply never met again. Now your head was imploding from the hundreds of questions that constantly buzzed inside your head like a beehive. Riven’s head tilted to the side. You couldn’t tell if $riven_heshe was frustrated or just agitated in general. Given the circumstances, you could understand both. “I have no idea who the fuck you are.” Love $riven_himher or hate $riven_himher, at least Riven seemed to be very open and honest with $riven_hisher opinions. “Now, excuse me, I get itchy hands when there’s too many cops around, so,” $riven_heshe moved past you, shooting the nearby officers a crushing glare. Quinn moved quickly to hide behind Khari, however Lortnoc seemed nothing short of amused by the entire situation. “So damn dramatic,” $a_heshe murmured, shaking $a_hisher head. “You might as well be characters in a romance novel.” Hayes attempted a schooling expression, but it did absolutely nothing to discourage Khari’s remarks. “$Lastname. Escort Riven, before $riven_heshe strangles one of those idiots.” He sighed, rubbing his temples. You managed a nod, before quickly following after Sinac. Now that you could actually focus on how $riven_heshe looked, you noticed the state of $riven_hisher knuckles. //<<print $riven_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> must be fighting pretty often for them to look this way,// you wondered. Riven made a point of always staying a few steps ahead of you, keeping a safe distance and making any attempts at conversation impossible. As if $riven_heshe <<if $riven_person is "person">>were<<else>>was<</if>> trying to separate $riven_himself from you. Once you were by the exit, Sinac visibly relaxed – even took a deep breath, closing $riven_hisher eyes for a second. “Will you be okay from here?” You asked, as soon as you two were by the door. Riven shot you a smile – the type you’d often see on the faces of the reckless daredevils, before they did something stupid. “More okay than if I stayed in there, that’s for sure.” You couldn’t squash the tinge of guilt at those words. Maybe you could’ve handled that better, or maybe the entire situation could have been avoided. You really needed to talk to officer Toby once you got some time. You sighed, watching as $riven_heshe walked onto the parking lot. “Just try and stay out of trouble, please.” The last thing you needed was another dangerous situation involving your childhood friend, who didn’t seem to remember you. Riven’s smile grew into a wide grin. <<print $riven_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> started to walk away from the station. “No promises!” <<button "Things were getting more complicated by the minute." "Things were getting more complicated by the minute.">><</button>>

<<audio "OST9" stop>><<cacheaudio "OST16" "https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/927190471657291806/960561619404984360/OST_16_cold-mind-enigma-crime-mysterious-enigmatic-detective-music-loopable-13553.mp3">><<audio "OST16" loop play>><<audio "OST16" volume 0.75>>It stressed you out – the news of the serial killer, the complete lack of leads in the murder case, the new partnership with Khari, and now the return of Riven whom you believed to be gone. Why wouldn’t you, after over a decade with no news about $riven_himher, and no information what happened to $riven_himher? Not to mention the weird stranger – Sage Rennis – and $sage_hisher sudden appearance. Things were so complicated, that you couldn’t even begin to untangle this mess. [[The end of the day couldn’t come soon enough.|SCENE2]] [[You wished you had something to fidget with to keep your hands busy.|SCENE2][$fidget to "true"]] <<if $smoker is "true">>[[You craved for another cigarette.|SCENE2]]<<else>>This option is not available.<</if>>

It wasn’t long before the gruff voice of the captain sounded somewhere behind you.<<if $Hayes_approval <=25>> “$Lastname, did you grow roots there? What the hell are you staring at?” You closed your eyes. //Don’t punch your boss, don’t punch your boss… it’s not worth it, no matter how good it would feel.// Supposedly if you lie to yourself enough, you start believing it – or at least you hoped for that to be true. “If you’re done escorting Sinac, we need you back here, //working.//” Oh, how much you wanted to punch him. You could bet Khari would even give you alibi, or hold him for you. All differences aside, even //Quinn// surely thought that Hayes deserved a punch. “I’m coming, sir.” You seethed, turning on your heel to go back inside. <<elseif $Hayes_approval >=26>> “Hey, kid, you alright there?” Nervously, you looked down at your hands. Hayes was standing a short distance behind you, not close enough to crowd you, but not far enough to have to shout to talk to you. “I’m fine, sir.” Whether it was the truth or a lie was debatable. Hayes wasn’t buying it even for a second, and you couldn’t even act surprised – the man knew you for a while now. “I know you and Sinac – I mean Riven – used to have some past. You went to school together, right?” You managed a nod. Hayes made a quiet humming noise. “Then you’re not fine by a longshot. But you know what? It’s okay to feel like shit. You’re allowed a bad day, or a bad month, or even a bad year. If it gets too much – you tell me.” For a moment, you didn’t know quite how to respond. Hayes was an asshole, he embraced it about himself actually, but he wasn’t //cruel// or ignorant when it came to his people’s needs. He tried to support everyone under him, in his own way. Maybe you could accept that support too, one day. “Yes, sir.” You said finally. “Good. Then let’s go before Lortnoc dies of boredom there.” You nodded, and followed him inside.<</if>> Officer Booker was holding an ice pack to his cheek. Riven had to have managed a nice punch before you walked into the room. Kindly, you decided not to mention it. Captain Hayes held the door to his office open for you, shutting it loudly right after you. Khari was sitting inside already, looking somewhere between irritated and uncomfortable. <<print $a_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> didn’t even look up at you as you entered. Something was off. <<button "You sat down, hesitantly." "You sat down, hesitantly.">><</button>>

“What’s going on?” You asked, cautiously. Hayes didn’t look too relaxed either, pacing around the room. “Please don’t tell me someone died again–” Khari’s hoarse laughter almost startled you. “Oh, that actually would be good news, instead of //this.//” <<print $a_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> made the last word sound so venomous, you half expected $a_himher to just spit at the captain at any moment. “You two will have to go to Wanda’s tonight, see Sasha and interview $sasha_himher again – see if $sasha_heshe remembered something more, or maybe heard something new.” <<if $introvert is "true">>That sounded like hell.<<elseif $extrovert is "true">>That didn’t sound so bad.<</if>> “And you’ll have to go with Khari – you’re partners now, and it would be dangerous for only one of you to investigate at night.” “I don’t do bars, Hayes.” Khari seethed through $a_hisher teeth. “It’s loud, and noisy, and full of sweaty, drunk people.” It was impossible to disagree. The bar patrons also weren’t fond of the police – which was understandable, honestly. However, that meant more danger for you, if someone decided to swing at your partner or you. “You’ll both have the morning off tomorrow, work with me here. This is not a normal situation. $Lastname?” Hayes pleaded, looking at you this time, as if you could actually argue. You didn’t really have a choice in the matter, you had to do as you were told. “I can get inside and tell Sasha to meet us in the alley out the back, it should have less lights and people, and it should be more quiet.” You offered – <<if $introvert is "true">>as much as you hated the idea of going inside the bar, at least you could trust yourself to not murder one of the drunken patrons. With Khari, you had some doubts.<<elseif $extrovert is "true">>for you it was not a big hassle, as you didn’t mind going inside the bar, and this way you could avoid yet another unpleasant situation.<</if>> Khari’s eyes narrowed, as $a_heshe looked at you. Basic human decency was not something $a_heshe <<if $a_person is "person">>were<<else>>was<</if>> used to, clearly. Hayes, however, looked satisfied with your answer. “Alright, since that’s decided – tell me what you’ve learned so far.” <<button "And so you did." "And so you did.">><</button>>

As you spoke, the captain’s expression only grew more tense and serious. He did not interrupt you or Khari, as the two of you explained what you’ve learned from the crime scene and the body so far. The only lead you had were the unusual murder weapon and the fact that the person responsible had to have done something similar before – that meant they either had priors or a similar case had to have happened somewhere before. That was where the good news stopped, because you had almost no chance of proving that theory. In all of Deadwood there were exactly //zero// cases like that, and contacting other stations almost always led to nothing. Khari couldn’t find anything significant on the victim, and no news about the serial killer case, so there was little you could do. <<button "All you could do was wait." "All you could do was wait.">><</button>>

Hayes dismissed both you and your partner, giving you two the rest of the day off – you had to rest before the night, after all. You looked at the clock. //3:47 PM.// Enough time for you to go back to your house, eat something more than just the second breakfast, and get some sleep. Unfortunately, it meant you had no time for anything else, since you had to leave around 8 PM and pick up Khari on your way to Wanda's, since $a_heshe did not know the way. <<if $roan_hangout is "true">>However, you also committed to plans with Roan tonight.<<elseif $roan_hangout is "false">> <</if>> <<if $roan_hangout is "false">>[[You needed to rest before work.]]<<elseif $roan_hangout is "true">>This option is not available.<</if>> <<if $roan_hangout is "true">>[[You called Roan to call off the meeting – you really needed some sleep.][$roan_approval +=5]]<<elseif $roan_hangout is "false">>This option is not available.<</if>> <<if $roan_hangout is "true">>[[You decided not to call, Roan will surely understand.][$roan_approval -=4; $flaker to "true"]]<<elseif $roan_hangout is "false">>This option is not available.<</if>>

Roan was understanding as always – $roan_heshe knew how unstable was your schedule, especially if you had a lot of work. <<print $roan_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> just told you to take care of yourself, eat something and rest. <<button "And so you went home." "And so you went home.">><</button>>

You didn’t want to face the potential disappointment in Roan’s voice, or the awkwardness that would bleed into your next meeting, and so you decided to not give $roan_himher a heads up. Surely $roan_heshe would understand – your schedule was hectic, and you couldn’t always keep everyone updated about it. <<button "And so you went home." "And so you went home.">><</button>>

<<audio "OST16" stop>><<cacheaudio "OST11" "https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/927190471657291806/960561567844417606/OST_11_nightlife-michael-kobrin-95bpm-3783.mp3">><<audio "OST11" loop play>><<audio "OST11" volume 0.75>>Wanda’s bar was as lively as ever – which made you glad that you’ve taken the much needed few hours of sleep. A number of patrons were already drunk and rowdy, and you needed to keep your senses sharp. Not only to steer clear of any potential troublemakers, but also to keep your partner away from… nearly everyone. Khari attracted attention, since $a_heshe <<if $a_person is "person">>were<<else>>was<</if>> new in town, and $a_heshe really didn’t appreciate all of the strangers trying to strike up a conversation with $a_himher – and you weren’t even //inside// the bar, only by the front door. Khari looked already done with this place. “If one more person says some stupid pick up line to get my name, I swear–” <<print $a_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> mumbled angrily. [[“I’m sorry that they’re bothering you so much.”][$genuine +=3; $friendly +=3; $khari_approval +=3]] [[“What, you don’t like being the center of attention?”][$sarcastic +=3; $hostile +=3; $khari_approval -=2]] [[“ –you have my permission to punch them.”][$sarcastic +=3; $bold +=3; $khari_approval +=5]]

Khari let out a heavy sigh, as $a_heshe stroked $a_hisher bracelet in an attempt to calm down. You noticed that $a_heshe <<if $a_person is "person">>have<<else>>has<</if>> been doing it a lot since you’ve picked $a_himher up on your way here. “Let’s just get this over with, okay?” <<print $a_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> murmured, glaring at the neon red sign above the door. “I’ll wait for you in the alley around the back. Don’t take too long.” <<print $a_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> said, hands digging into the pockets of $a_hisher jacket. <<button "You took a deep breath and went inside." "You took a deep breath and went inside.">><</button>>

For a good minute you were sure Khari would suckerpunch you in the face, and $a_hisher glare alone made you take a step back. You were not risking a visit to the ER because of your too sharp tongue. “Get inside the damn bar, $Lastname, before I throw you inside and leave you here.” <<print $a_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> hissed out, $a_hisher eyes throwing daggers at you. You raised your hands in defeat. “I’m going, I’m going, no need to get violent,” you mumbled quickly. <<button "You took a deep breath and went inside." "You took a deep breath and went inside.">><</button>>

<<print $a_hisher.toUpperFirst()>> brows shot up in genuine surprise, and you could’ve sworn you saw something like a shadow of a twitchy smile on $a_hisher lips. It was too dark to tell for sure, but $a_heshe seemed to be amused by your words. “I’ll keep that in mind, then.” <<print $a_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> hummed, looking up at the neon red sign above the door. “I’ll wait in the alley around the back – don’t take too long, or I’ll think someone kidnapped you in there.” That was probably the most caring thing $a_heshe <<if $a_person is "person">>have<<else>>has<</if>> ever said to you – it was almost touching. You gave $a_himher a nod, and watched as $a_heshe walked away. <<button "You took a deep breath and went inside." "You took a deep breath and went inside.">><</button>>

<<if $introvert is "true">>It was like a nightmare came to life – your senses were immediately overwhelmed by the heat and the noise of people shouting, singing and talking combined with the loud music.<<else>>You were immediately hit with the heat and the noise of people shouting, singing and talking combined with the loud music.<</if>> It was hard to navigate in the crowd, <<if $touchaversion is "severe">>and the close proximity with other people made your stomach twist into knots and your skin crawl with discomfort. <<elseif $touchaversion is "moderate">>and the close proximity with other people made your skin crawl.<<elseif $touchaversion is "false">>and it was even harder to try and find a specific person among all of those people.<</if>> You couldn’t tell if you were inside for five seconds or five minutes, before a familiar face appeared right in front of you. Sasha was looking as unique as ever, dressed in a combination of laces and leather, in different shades of neon red and pitch black. “My favorite detective!” <<print $sasha_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> chirped, guiding you away from the other people. “That’s a nice surprise, did you miss me?” <<print $sasha_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> asked, batting $sasha_hisher eyelashes. [[“I’m here for business only, Sasha.][$hostile +=2; $stoic +=3; $sasha_approval -=2]] [[“Unfortunately, I’m here for work.”][$friendly +=3; $stoic +=2; $genuine +=2; $sasha_approval +=3]] [[“You know me too well!”][$friendly +=3; $bold +=2; $sasha_approval +=5]] <<if $aromantic is "true">> <<else>>[[❤ “You know I did.”][$bold +=3; $genuine +=2; $sasha_romance +=5; $sasha_approval +=5]]<</if>> <<if $aromantic is "true">> <<else>>[[❤ “No! I mean, yes- maybe?”][$shy +=3; $genuine +=2; $sasha_romance +=5; $sasha_approval +=5]]<</if>> <<set $metsasha to "true">>

Sasha’s lips formed a pout, as $sasha_heshe took a step back, giving you back your space. “No fun, $firstname.” <<print $sasha_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> sighed, fidgeting with a hoop from $sasha_hisher choker. “I’m not here for fun – I have work, Sasha.” <<print $sasha_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> rolled $sasha_hisher eyes. “Clearly.” At times like these, you really wondered if having $sasha_himher as your informant was really worth it. “Fine, let’s go outside, Detective Fun-Police.” You gritted your teeth. At least you did manage to succeed. Small victories. <<button "You both walked out into the street." "You both walked out into the street.">><</button>>

A playful pout appeared on Sasha’s red lips. “I’m wounded, you know? I thought we’re friends, $firstname!” You rolled your eyes at $sasha_hisher dramatic antics. “We are practically coworkers, Sasha, and you know my job. That’s how we met, remember?” A wolfish grin rose on Alucard’s lips. “Ah, I do. Good old times. You, me, a pair of handcuffs and stars shining bright on the night sky–” “Sasha.” “Alright, alright, Detective Serious.” <<print $sasha_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> sighed. “Let’s go outside, shall we?” You nodded, grateful. It was impossible to talk in the bar, with how noisy it was. <<button "You both walked out into the street." "You both walked out into the street.">><</button>>

A teasing glint appeared in Sasha’s eyes, as $sasha_hisher smile only widened. “You’re an open book, my dear detective.” <<print $sasha_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> noted, <<if $touchaversion is "false">>giving you a playful shove.<<else>>winking at you playfully.<</if>> “As much as I’d like this to be just a friendly hang out, I’m also here on official business,” you said, and Sasha’s head tilted in curiosity. “It’s about the body from the morning.” “Ah,” the smile withered away from Alucard’s face. “Then we should take this outside, away from the crowd.” <<print $sasha_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> pointed $sasha_hisher head towards the back exit. <<button "You both walked out into the street." "You both walked out into the street.">><</button>>

Sasha’s smile became more alluring, as $sasha_heshe bashed $sasha_hisher eyelashes at you. “If we keep meeting like this, I might start to think you want me only for my brains, detective.” <<print $sasha_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> pouted dramatically, playing with the hoop on $sasha_hisher choker. You let out a short laugh, taking in the sight of $sasha_himher. <<print $sasha_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> looked stunning, as always. “Isn’t it a good thing?” You asked, letting your tone drop into a more teasing tone. Sasha’s lips formed a playful grin. “It’s absolutely //terrible,// detective, I don’t spend two hours in front of a mirror for //nothing!//” You couldn’t help but laugh along with $sasha_himher. As much as you’d like to continue this, however, you were not in the bar for pleasure. “I need to talk to you about work, though.” Sasha’s eyes glimmered with curiosity. “About the morning… accident.” “Ah,” the expression on Alucard’s face became a bit more serious. “Then we should take this outside, away from the crowd.” <<print $sasha_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> pointed $sasha_hisher head towards the back exit. <<button "You both walked out into the street." "You both walked out into the street.">><</button>>

Sasha’s laughter wasn’t malicious, but it made you feel a tinge of embarrassment nonetheless. “Oh, you’re just //too cute to be real,// detective!” <<print $sasha_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> wiped away a nonexistent tear from the corner of $sasha_hisher eye. “But, if you’re not here to admire the divinity that is me, what brings you here, $firstname?” <<print $sasha_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> asked, head tilting as if $sasha_heshe <<if $sasha_person is "person">>were<<else>>was<</if>> a cat observing a mouse. You cleared your throat, trying to regain at least a crumb of composure. “I need to talk to you about the morning’s incident.” “Ah,” the expression on Alucard’s face became a bit more serious, as $sasha_heshe played with the hoop on $sasha_hisher choker absently. “Then we should take this outside, away from the crowd.” <<print $sasha_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> pointed $sasha_hisher head towards the back exit. <<button "You both walked out into the street." "You both walked out into the street.">><</button>>

<<if $introvert is "true">>As soon as you left the bar, a wave of relief washed over you – the day was intense to say the least, and you hardly had any time for yourself, and you felt your social battery running out.<<else>>As soon as you left the bar, a wave of cold, night air hit you. It was refreshing after being cooped up in the stuffy room – even if you were there only for a short while.<</if>> Sasha gave you a curious look, $sasha_hisher lips twisting into a teasing smile. “Eager to get me alone, detective?” <<print $sasha_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> asked, tilting $sasha_hisher head and <<if $height is "very tall">>looking up at you,<<elseif $height is "very short">>looking down on you,<</if>> with a spark in $sasha_hisher pale brown eyes. No matter how much time went by, or what the situation was, $sasha_heshe never passed a chance at another banter session with you. [[“Sasha…” you started, a hint of a warning in your voice.][$hostile +=4; $sasha_approval -=2]] [[“Sasha…” you started, with a scolding expression.][$sasha_approval +=2; $stoic +=4]] [[“Sasha…” you started, but couldn’t hold back a smile at the banter.][$sasha_approval +=4; $friendly +=4]] <<if $aromantic is "true">> <<else>>[[❤ “Sasha!” You blurted out, eyes darting all over the place.][$shy +=4; $sasha_romance +=4; $sasha_approval +=4]]<</if>> <<if $aromantic is "true">> <<else>>[[❤ “Sasha…” You lowered your voice, dropping into a more sultry tone.][$bold +=4; $sasha_romance +=5; $sasha_approval +=4]]<</if>> <<if $aromantic is "true">> <<else>>[[❤ “Sasha…” You murmured, your expression partially scolding and partially amused.][$stoic +=4; $sasha_romance +=5; $sasha_approval +=4]]<</if>>

You really needed to rest – after all it wasn’t just //your// safety on the line; you had a partner now, and that meant you were responsible for $a_himher too. <<button "And so you went home." "And so you went home.">><</button>>

You could see the playfulness melt away from Sasha’s face, and $sasha_hisher posture become more guarded. “Are you two done?” You heard from behind you. You never heard any footsteps, but it was definitely Khari – you recognised $a_hisher unique rasp. Sasha shot $a_himher an almost patronizing expression. “Sure, kitty cat.” //Why did I expect it to go easy?// You had to fight yourself not to groan out loud. Khari looked ready to turn Alucard into a holiday decoration. “Give me a reason, bat.” “What’s with the animal references?” You mumbled to yourself. Neither Sasha nor Khari graced you with an explanation. “Alright, well, Sasha, this is my partner – Khari Lortnoc. Khari, this is Sasha Alucard, my criminal informant.” Sasha’s eyes shined with mischief. “Charmed.” Khari answered it only with a low grunt. You could see your partner’s fingers tighten around $a_hisher bracelet. “Can you just tell us what we need to know? Then we’ll go our separate ways.” Sasha seemed to intensely think over $sasha_hisher options, before finally deciding on one. “Fine.” <<print $sasha_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> turned to you, almost theatrically, enough to not see Khari even with the corner of $sasha_hisher eye. “I didn’t know the guy, never seen him before. He died a little before 4:27 though.” Khari’s brows furrowed. “And how would you know the specific time of death?” Sasha’s lips twisted into a condescending smile. “Because before 4:27 I didn’t–” $sasha_heshe cut off abruptly, giving you a curious glance. As if $sasha_heshe almost slipped up and told you something you were not supposed to know. “I was around the area at 4:20. At 4:27 I saw the body.” You grimaced. “But you didn’t report it until the morning–” “I //did// report it earlier, but apparently whoever sat at the desk forgot to relay the information to the patrol people.” In all honesty, it was completely believable. The night shift often ‘forgot’ about things and dumped it all on the morning shift. “Did you see the attacker, then? It seems like you were in the area just around the time of the murder.” Khari inquired, $a_hisher piercing gaze focused on Sasha. Alucard shrugged, leaning back against the wall again. “Not really, no face or anything. I did see someone on the roofs a street away though; black clothes, tall as fuck.” “Please, use real measurements of height, Sasha,” you sighed, giving $sasha_himher a pleading look. “But ‘as fuck’ is a real–” “Alucard. I have limited patience.” It was rare for Sasha to glare at anyone, but clearly $sasha_himher and Khari did not get along. “Taller than Hayes by a head, I guess, but it was from a distance so I can’t be more specific.” “That’s fair,” you muttered, writing everything down in a notepad. It was more reliable than anyone’s memory. <<button "And then you nearly broke the pen on your notepad." "And then you nearly broke the pen on your notepad.">><</button>>

<<audio "OST23" stop>><<cacheaudio "OST15" "https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/927190471657291806/960561619069456404/OST_15_scene-of-murder-7735.mp3">><<audio "OST15" loop play>>Sage was almost slumped against the brick wall, with $sage_hisher hair in disarray, clothes all wrinkled. <<print $sage_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> <<if $sage_person is "person">>were<<else>>was<</if>> doubling down, coughing as if someone punched $sage_himher in the throat or choked $sage_himher mere seconds before. “<<if $sage_person is "person">>Mx.<<elseif $sage_person is "woman">>Ms.<<elseif $sage_person is "man">>Mr.<</if>> Rennis!” You yelled, running towards the gagging $sage_person. Because of the dark, it was hard to assess the damage, but you could see the reddish marks around $sage_hisher neck, so painfully visible on the pale skin. You kneeled next to $sage_himher, not sure if it was a good idea to get any closer. “What happened? Did someone attack you?” <<print $sage_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> nodded $sage_hisher head, clawing at $sage_hisher neck as if someone was still choking $sage_himher. “Did you see where they ran off to?” Again, a nod answered you. “There,” $sage_heshe croaked out, pointing a finger towards one of the narrow alleys. Your gaze followed $sage_hisher direction, just in time for you to see the culprit. [[A tall person dressed in black, with something covering their face and a hood obscuring their features further.|ARIEL][$ariel_gender to "nonbinary"; $ariel_person to "person"; $ariel_heshe to "they"; $ariel_himher to "them"; $ariel_hisher to "their"; $ariel_hishers to "theirs"; $ariel_himself to "themself"]] [[A tall woman dressed in black, with something covering her face and a hood obscuring her features further.|ARIEL][$ariel_gender to "female"; $ariel_person to "woman"; $ariel_heshe to "she"; $ariel_himher to "her"; $ariel_hisher to "her"; $ariel_hishers to "hers"; $ariel_himself to "herself"]] [[A tall man dressed in black, with something covering his face and a hood obscuring his features further.|ARIEL][$ariel_gender to "male"; $ariel_person to "man"; $ariel_heshe to "he"; $ariel_himher to "him"; $ariel_hisher to "his"; $ariel_hishers to "his"; $ariel_himself to "himself"]] <<set $ariel_approval to 30>><<set $ariel_romance to 0>>

What you didn’t expect, was for the culprit to be this fast and agile – you felt like chasing down an athlete. If you didn’t act fast, you’d lose $ariel_himher as soon as you reached the exit from the alley. “Freeze!” You yelled, pointing the taser at the stranger’s back. You never shot a gun before, and you did not plan to change that in the near future – a taser was less deadly and arguably more effective. Surprisingly, the $ariel_person listened, and stopped moving. <<print $ariel_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> did not turn around to face you. In fact, $ariel_heshe didn’t do as much as //flinch.// You didn’t know if you’d prefer it if $ariel_heshe did or not. It was somewhat unnerving how calm $ariel_heshe <<if $ariel_person is "person">>were.<<else>>was.<</if>> “Raise your hands, slowly.” You instructed, not making another step. The $ariel_person did as $ariel_heshe <<if $ariel_person is "person">>were<<else>>was<</if>> told. “No sudden movements. Hands behind your head, kneel on the ground.” Again, you met no resistance. Now you were really getting paranoid. Khari was nowhere to be found, which meant no backup. Luckily, at least there were no civilians that could end up as collateral. The only two people who could get hurt were you and the $ariel_person in front of you. <<button "You made a step forward." "You made a step forward.">><</button>>

You kept your eyes on the $ariel_person, as you tried to reach for your handcuffs. It was at that moment that you realized that they were //missing.// Then, everything happened in a blur. You were thrown against the brick wall, and the stranger grabbed you by the throat – $ariel_hisher fingers squeezing it just enough to cut off the blood flow, but not the oxygen. The lower half of $ariel_hisher face was covered by some black material, but you could see $ariel_hisher eyes perfectly – a mixture of gold, hazel and brown, reminding you of warm honey. They didn’t seem like the eyes of the killer, they seemed tortured – haunted. Something in those eyes compelled you to go limp, even as $ariel_hisher fingers grasped your neck tight enough to make you dizzy. Black dots danced in front of you, as your vision blurred. “Stay out of my way, $firstname,” the $ariel_person whispered, “I do not wish to harm you, but I will if I have to.” After that, it was all black. <<button "Chapter 2" "Chapter 2">><</button>> <<set $chapter to "Chapter 2">>

<<audio "OST15" stop>><<cacheaudio "OST30" "https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/927190471657291806/994574978102087730/OST_30_meditive-keys-21134.mp3">><<audio "OST30" loop play>>Your head felt like it was filled with lead. Heavy–too heavy for you to move in any way. Your throat felt sore and tight, the feeling so uncomfortable and unfamiliar it made your skin crawl. Once you finally mustered up the strength to open your eyes, the white light blinded you. You let out a hiss of pain, quickly covering your eyes with the back of your hand. <<if $quinn_approval <=40>>“Detective $Lastname,” Quinn’s meek voice forced your attention to them. They were sitting by a cot–the cot you were currently lying down on–their smile forced and shaky. “Please, rest for a moment, you were attacked.” You had to restrain yourself from rolling your eyes. If the memory of the unknown assailant didn’t give you a hint, the pounding headache and bruising feeling on your throat definitely did. Quinn was like the annoying little sibling you never had–and still wish you didn’t have. “Everyone was worried… detective Lortnoc found you in the alley, $a_heshe carried you all the way here,” they explained. <<elseif $quinn_approval >=41>>“Detective $Lastname!” Quinn’s relieved voice caught your attention, moving it to their tired and stressed form. You couldn’t help but feel a tinge of concern; you never had siblings, but Quinn was probably the closest thing to that you’d ever get. They certainly treated you as if you two were family, which was heartwarming, even if a little weird. “We were so worried– detective Lortnoc found you in the alley, $a_heshe carried you all the way here!” They explained. <</if>> Your brows furrowed. //By $a_himself? All this way?// “The assailant got away, I’m afraid,” they added after a moment of silence–their eyes dancing around the room in a guilty expression. [[You smiled at them in an attempt at comfort. It was not their fault, after all.][$quinn_approval +=5; $friendly +=3;]] [[You grimaced in annoyance–if you had back up, this probably wouldn’t have happened.][$quinn_approval -=5; $hostile +=3]] [[You sighed, dismissively. What’s done is done, no need to dwell on it.][$stoic +=3]]

Something else that you’ve noticed about $ariel_himher, was an item by $ariel_hisher hip. A long, thin blade. //The murder weapon!// As soon as your eyes met, $ariel_heshe bolted in the opposite direction. You had little time to react or think your options over – you gave chase. You couldn’t let the potential murderer get away. <<button "It was not an option." "It was not an option.">><</button>> <<set $metariel to "true">>

<<print $sasha_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> backed away by a few steps, raising $sasha_hisher hands in submission. You could see a flash of hurt on $sasha_hisher eyes, but $sasha_heshe masked it almost immediately with another smile. “Alright, alright. No need to get aggressive, $firstname.” <<print $sasha_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> said, leaning against the brick wall behind $sasha_himher. <<button "Let us get to business." "Let us get to business.">><</button>>

<<print $sasha_hisher.toUpperFirst()>> smile only widened. “Yes, $firstname?” <<print $sasha_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> asked sweetly, putting $sasha_hisher hands behind $sasha_hisher back, and swaying back and forth on the back of $sasha_hisher heels. You sighed, rubbing your temples. “Focus, please? I’m here for //work,// if you forgot.” <<print $sasha_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> pouted, like a scolded child. “Fine, fine.” <<button "Let us get to business." "Let us get to business.">><</button>>

<<print $sasha_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> looked //delighted// at your reaction, eyes glinting with glee. “You know you love it, $firstname!” <<print $sasha_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> exclaimed, chuckling. “Or rather, you love //me,//” $sasha_heshe clarified. You rolled your eyes, but it was impossible for you to truly be mad with Sasha; $sasha_heshe brightened your day – or rather, night – with $sasha_hisher constant need for banter and jokes. “Focus on work first, then everything else, alright?” You pleaded, and Sasha let out an over dramatic sigh. “Okay, okay, $firstname.” <<button "Let us get to business." "Let us get to business.">><</button>>

You’d rather look //anywhere// but at $sasha_hisher, currently, as $sasha_heshe <<if $sasha_person is "person">>were<<else>>was<</if>> looking ready to drown you in more comments and jokes like these. Or rather, more flirting, because $sasha_heshe <<if $sasha_person is "person">>weren’t<<else>>wasn’t<</if>> even trying to be subtle. “You know, I do love your eyes, they’re so pretty, like little gems–” “Sasha!” Your voice sounded a lot higher and more squeaky than you’d like to admit. “Work, Sasha! Work!” <<print $sasha_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> chuckled, clearly proud of $sasha_himself. “Alright, alright, $firstname.” <<button "Let us get to business." "Let us get to business.">><</button>>

<<print $sasha_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> perked up, almost like a puppy would, at the tone of your voice. <<print $sasha_hisher.toUpperFirst()>> head tilted to the side, in a mix of curiosity and unhidden interest. “Yes, $firstname?” <<print $sasha_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> asked, eyes seemingly a little darker. Your lips turned into a more suggestive expression, as you took a step forward. As you did, Sasha went backward, until $sasha_hisher back hit the wall, and there was only a short distance between you two. “Focus on work and be good, will you?” Your voice came out even deeper, and you could see a spark light up in Sasha’s eyes. “Yes, detective,” $sasha_heshe murmured. <<button "Let us get to business." "Let us get to business.">><</button>>

“Yes, $firstname?” <<print $sasha_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> asked innocently, with $sasha_hisher hands behind $sasha_hisher back. “As much as I’d love to continue this,” $sasha_hisher eyes lit up, “first we do have some work to do.” <<print $sasha_hisher.toUpperFirst()>> smile turned into a childish pout. “But $firstname!” <<print $sasha_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> whined. You didn’t give in to the puppy eyes $sasha_heshe <<if $sasha_person is "person">>were<<else>>was<</if>> trying to give you. <<print $sasha_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> let out a huff, dramatically showing $sasha_hisher displeasure. “Fine.” <<button "Let us get to business." "Let us get to business.">><</button>>

“And your alibi?” Both you and Sasha turned your heads at the same time, looking at Khari with a mix of disbelief and – in Sasha’s case – a ‘how dare you’ expression. Lortnoc, though, seemed to not notice any of it. “It’s a valid and mandatory question; you were at the scene, you’re a //criminal// informant, you carry a knife–” “You carry a knife?” you parroted, staring at Sasha with shock. “Who //doesn’t// carry a knife?” <<print $sasha_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> countered. “Most people.” Khari deadpanned, with a somewhat bored expression. “Listen, it’s a small knife and it’s for bottle opening, or you know – self defense, since I like to party with alcohol and strangers.” Sasha tried to explain, while handing you the knife in question. You carefully bagged it – it was better to rule it out officially than have problems for it later. The knife was really small; too small to be the murder weapon. It also had a glittery, red handle – some of the glitter already stuck to Alucard’s palms. If it was ever used to harm someone, glitter would likely be somewhere on the body. “Okay, is that all?” You questioned. Sasha opened $sasha_hisher mouth, as if to say something, but then $sasha_hisher expression changed to almost blank. “This crowd is getting too stiff for me,” $sasha_heshe mumbled, looking somewhere behind you. You frowned, turning to see whatever it was that made $sasha_himher say that. “What do you–” “Ah, my favorite detective!” <<button "That seemed familiar." "That seemed familiar.">><</button>>

<<audio "OST11" stop>><<cacheaudio "OST23" "https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/927190471657291806/962458225255514232/OST_23_simple-scary-1564.mp3">><<audio "OST23" loop play>><<audio "OST23" volume 0.80>>You knew that voice. The same voice made shivers run down your spine, and made Khari tense up<<if $khari_approval <=39>> beside you.<<elseif $khari_approval >=40>>, standing slightly in front of you – just enough to push you backwards in case of any danger.<</if>> From the shadows you could slowly make out the red hair, the pale complexion – you also heard the characteristic sound of the cane moving on the pavement. //<<if $sage_gender is "male">>Mr.<<elseif $sage_gender is "female">>Ms.<<elseif $sage_gender is "nonbinary">>Mx.<</if>> Sage Rennis.// “Fancy seeing you here,” $sage_heshe mused, $sage_hisher eyes flicking between your companions. Slowly, $sage_hisher lips formed a polite but cold smile. “And with your show of curiosities.” [[You clenched your fists. No matter the relationship between you and them, you wouldn’t let Sage insult them like that.][$sasha_approval +=3; $bold +=3; $hostile +=3; $khari_approval -=2; $sage_approval +=4]] [[You felt an uncomfortable sting in your chest, as something forced you to lower your gaze.][$sasha_approval +=3; $shy +=3; $emotional +=3; $khari_approval +=3; $sage_approval +=3]] [[You felt a smirk crawl onto your face. “Are you here to join it?”][$sasha_approval +=3; $bold +=3; $sarcastic +=3; $khari_approval +=2; $sage_approval +=5]] [[You didn’t let Sage’s words affect you – you refused to show any reaction.][$sasha_approval -=2; $stoic +=3; $khari_approval +=4; $sage_approval -=2]]

“What gives you the right to be so rude, Rennis?” You asked, not hiding the hostility in your voice. The tension could be cut with a knife. Khari seemed ready for anything, while Sasha looked conflicted between bolting and jumping at Sage. Rennis, however, was only smiling wider – showing teeth. “You’ve got some fire in you, don’t you, $firstname?” <<print $sage_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> purred, coming a step closer. The red neons made $sage_himher look like a demon from the depths of Hell, or a being from darkness and fire. “I happen to have some vital information for you, dear. But I’d rather tell you after you dismiss your friends –” Khari’s growl cut $sage_himher off. “Like hell $heshe will.” You glanced between your companions and Rennis. <<button "You needed to defuse the situation." "You needed to defuse the situation.">><</button>>

<<if $khari_approval >=40 && $sasha_approval >=40>>You could feel both Khari and Sasha move – they were now almost shielding you from Sage, glaring at $sage_himher with hostility.<<elseif $khari_approval <=39 && $sasha_approval >=40>>You could feel Sasha move – $sasha_heshe <<if $sasha_person is "person">>were<<else>>was<</if>> now almost shielding you from Sage, glaring at $sage_himher with hostility.<<elseif $khari_approval >=40 && $sasha_approval <=39>>You could feel Khari move – $a_heshe <<if $a_person is "person">>were<<else>>was<</if>> now almost shielding you from Sage, glaring at $sage_himher with hostility.<<elseif $khari_approval <=39 && $sasha_approval <=39>>You could feel yourself exposed, as Sage’s eyes seemingly pierced through your very soul.<</if>> “Interesting,” $sage_heshe mused quietly under $sage_hisher breath, carefully observing everyone. <<print $sage_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> did not clarify what $sage_heshe meant, though. “I happen to have some vital information for you, dear. But I’d rather tell you after you dismiss your friends –” Khari’s growl cut $sage_himher off. “Like hell $heshe will.” You glanced between your companions and Rennis. <<button "You needed to defuse the situation." "You needed to defuse the situation.">><</button>>

Sasha muffled a choked laughing noise, and you could swear that you heard Khari snort as well. Sage did not look angry by your comment in the slightest – $sage_heshe seemed intrigued. <<print $sage_hisher.toUpperFirst()>> eyes glowed with curiosity. “I’ll have to decline, but I’ll keep the offer in mind,” $sage_heshe purred – $sage_hisher gloved hands gripping the handle of $sage_hisher cane tighter. “I came here, because I happen to have some vital information for you, my dear detective. But I’d rather tell you after you dismiss your friends –” Khari’s growl cut $sage_himher off. “Like hell $heshe will.” You glanced between your companions and Rennis. <<button "You needed to defuse the situation." "You needed to defuse the situation.">><</button>>

Sage didn’t let $sage_hisher gaze fall – $sage_heshe didn’t even blink – staring at you with intensity. You wouldn’t let $sage_himher get any reaction out of you – you refused to let $sage_himher win in any way. You knew next to nothing about $sage_himher, but some feeling at the back of your consciousness screamed in alert every time $sage_heshe <<if $sage_person is "person">>were<<else>>was<</if>> near. “How disappointing,” $sage_heshe sighed finally. “I happen to have some vital information for you, dear. But I’d rather tell you after you dismiss your friends –” Khari’s growl cut $sage_himher off. “Like hell $heshe will.” You glanced between your companions and Rennis. <<button "You needed to defuse the situation." "You needed to defuse the situation.">><</button>>

“I can handle this, Khari.” You said, mustering up all of your confidence. You couldn’t let //anyone// notice that Rennis’ presence disturbed you on any level. Judging by your partner’s look, $a_heshe didn’t buy it, but $a_heshe also did not call you out. Sasha looked unsure between the two of you, light on $sasha_hisher feet. “Can you keep an eye on Sasha? I’ll be back in a minute,” you tried to keep your voice quiet, so your flame-haired nuisance wouldn’t hear you. Khari simply nodded, although $a_heshe looked far from pleased. Sasha on the other hand stared at you like a child that was being left by $sasha_hisher mother in the line to the cash register at the grocery shop. Sage’s lips formed a confident smirk, as $sage_heshe guided you away into the alley nearby. It was poorly lit, but empty. “I may know of someone quite troublesome, someone who recently came to Deadwood. In the last thirty six hours, actually.” <<print $sage_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> started, casually glancing at $sage_hisher cane. You looked down at it too; it seemed to be made of solid, dark wood and if you had to guess, you’d say it was fairly old. The handle was no amateur job – it reminded you of an antique from a museum. “You are aware that this description fits almost ⅓ of the entire town, correct?” Sage let out a low chuckle at that. “Let me be more precise, then.” <<print $sage_hisher.toUpperFirst()>> head cocked to the side. “This person is quite skilled in violence – and remaining undetected. You’ll soon have your hands full with work if they decide to stay in town.” Now //that// did peak your interest, and made alarm bells sound in your head. “Do you have a name? An alias? Description? Anything that I can use to prevent all this ‘trouble’?” Again, Sage chuckled. “Oh, no, I am only here to warn you. You should be careful, $firstname. You never know who’s watching your every move.” A chill made you shiver at $sage_hisher words. Did $sage_heshe talk about the serial killer? No, that killer was in Deadwood for a longer time. The murderer, then? Or was there a third party that was about to join the chaos? Your head hurt because of all of this. “Is that all?” You managed. Sage gave you an empty smile. “Yes, you can go back to your friends.” You let out a deep breath, turning on your heel. “Stay safe, $firstname!” You quickened your pace. Now you wondered, did you ever tell Sage your name? <<button "Something was afoot." "Something was afoot.">><</button>>

“Where’s Sasha?” You asked, looking around. “I could’ve sworn $sasha_heshe <<if $sasha_person is "person">>were<<else>>was<</if>> right here–” “<<print $sasha_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> bolted.” Khari replied, matter-of-factly. You blinked slowly, staring at $a_himher in disbelief. “<<print $sasha_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> bolted?” You repeated, and Lortnoc gave you a nod. “And you didn’t stop $sasha_himher?” You couldn’t disguise the hint of annoyance in your voice, and Khari’s eyes narrowed. “Do I look like a babysitter to you?” <<print $a_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> asked, very slowly, making you think twice before speaking again. “You didn’t say anything about keeping $sasha_himher here, so I didn’t bother stopping $sasha_himher.” You had to suppress a groan. “Now we have to find $sasha_himher, //again.//” Sasha was a great informant, but $sasha_heshe <<if $sasha_person is "person">>were<<else>>was<</if>> easily bored by the ‘serious stuff’ – such as interviews and interrogations. “Let’s split up and try to find $sasha_himher, $sasha_heshe can’t be too far.” You decided, already looking around for a familiar figure. Khari let out a grunt of annoyance next to you. “If it turns out $sasha_heshe <<if $sasha_person is "person">>have<<else>>has<</if>> nothing useful, I’m kicking your ass, $Lastname.” <<print $a_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> warned, soon disappearing behind a nearby corner. You took a deep breath, and started walking in the other direction. You just saw Sasha not even five minutes ago, and the night was still young – Alucard had to be somewhere nearby. <<button "And then you heard a disturbing noise." "And then you heard a disturbing noise.">><</button>>

“It’s alright, it wasn’t supposed to be dangerous, just taking a statement from the witness.” Your voice was hoarse, and speaking caused some discomfort, but not enough to be anything serious. “No one thought it would end in chasing a murder suspect,” you explained, sitting up on the cot. Quinn’s shoulders visibly relaxed, as if a weight was lifted. “Now, tell me what did I miss?” <<button "You asked." "You asked.">><</button>>

“Yeah, well, with a murderer //and// a serial killer on the loose maybe it would be nice if everyone pitched in, instead of doing nothing all day,” you mumbled–the pain from the headache stabbing at the back of your eyes, taking away any crumbs of patience you had left. Quinn curled in on themself, head hanging in shame and guilt. “Just… tell me what did I miss?” <<button "You asked." "You asked.">><</button>>

“We don’t have a time machine, there’s no sense to dwell on this now. It won’t do anything good,” you sighed, rubbing at your pained neck–a bruise would likely serve as a reminder of last night. “Let’s just move on.” You said. Throwing around guilt would hardly help anyone right now. Quinn nodded their head, fumbling with a notepad on their lap. “What did I miss?” <<button "You asked." "You asked.">><</button>>

Quinn took a deep breath, calming their bubbling anxiety. “After Detective Lortnoc found you passed out in the alley, $a_heshe transported <<if $sage_gender is "male">>Mr.<<elseif $sage_gender is "female">>Ms.<<elseif $sage_gender is "nonbinary">>Mx.<</if>> Rennis to get checked up at the clinic. Whoever attacked the two of you didn’t cause enough damage for it to be life threatening.” They explained. You remembered the words the assailant spoke to you; //I do not wish to harm you, but I will if I have to.// It did not seem like something a cold blooded murderer would say to a detective chasing $ariel_himher. Then again, what was the reason behind the attack on Sage? Sure, $sage_heshe <<if $sage_person is "person">>were<<else>>was<</if>> intimidating, but not enough to warrant getting choked. “I will let you rest,” Quinn’s timid voice broke you out of your thoughts. They gave you a shy smile before leaving the dimly lit room. <<if $khari_approval <=39>> You took a deep breath, before deciding to leave anyway. You had to see what was going on, rest could wait.<<elseif $khari_approval >=40>> Before the door closed a hand sneaked inside keeping it open. Your brows furrowed, as you noticed your partner’s tired face peek inside. “So, you’re alive.” Khari’s raspy voice broke the silence, as $a_heshe walked towards your cot. <<print $a_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> seemed tense. “Anyone ever told you that you lack basic survival instinct?” <<print $a_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> glared, fingers tightening around the bracelet on $a_hisher wrist. It seemed to be a soothing gesture for $a_himher–something you just started to notice. “I saw a suspect fleeing a scene, I gave chase. I couldn’t exactly wait around for you to join me,” you pointed out. Khari’s jaw clenched. “Next time, do not chase a suspicious $ariel_person with a weapon. I’d rather spend more time tracking down a suspect than have a dead partner,” $a_heshe spat out, shaking $a_hisher head. You watched $a_himher leave the room, before deciding to follow $a_himher outside. <</if>> <<button "Something was happening in the interview room, again." "Something was happening in the interview room, again.">><</button>>

Before you could even think of getting to the interview room, however, Hayes appeared in front of you–hands on his hips and brows furrowed in an almost scolding demeanor. A quite angry “What the hell were you thinking, $Lastname?!” greeted you. You held your breath, counting to ten in your head. “It’s good to see you too, sir.” You said, forcing a professional smile onto your otherwise exhausted expression. Hayes looked you over, as if looking for any visible wounds, before letting out a quiet grunt of relief. “At least you’re in one piece. Good.” He murmured, tiredly rubbing his temples. “Lortnoc is taking care of the interview with the witness–” [[“Sage?” You blurted out, earning a questioning look from Hayes.][$sage_approval +=4]] [[“Rennis?” You grimaced visibly, and Hayes nodded his head.][$sage_approval -=2]]

“Since when are you two on a first name basis?” He asked, in an almost accusatory way. You felt yourself feel smaller under the scrutinizing gaze of your superior. In truth, you couldn’t tell for certain if you //were// on a first name basis–though Sage did call you by name. You honestly couldn’t explain why you blurted out $sage_hisher name like this–you barely knew $sage_himher. Perhaps it was a misplaced sense of duty to protect, since Rennis was also attacked. “Nevermind, <<button "you will be only observing anyway." "you will be only observing anyway.">><</button>>

<<audio "OST30" stop>><<cacheaudio "OST29" "https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/927190471657291806/994574603336818708/OST_29_deep-slow-beat-2-nokeys-21099.mp3">><<audio "OST29" loop play>> Captain’s glare was enough to squash any potential ‘buts’ from you. Logically you understood–as another witness and a victim of assault by the attacker, you couldn’t conduct an interview. This, however, didn’t mean you magically got rid of any desire to take a lead on this, since you were now involved personally. You bowed your head in an unspoken ‘understood’ as you moved to observe what was happening in the interview room. Khari had to have just entered, as $a_heshe didn’t as much as glance at Sage sitting before $a_himher. While your partner looked tired and tense–either on the edge of slamming someone’s face into a wall or downing five cups of chamomile tea–Sage looked relaxed. No, more than relaxed. <<print $sage_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> seemed to //bask// in the attention $sage_heshe <<if $sage_person is "person">>were<<else>>was<</if>> given—like a cat laying down on a warm roof tile, taking a sunbath. <<print $sage_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> looked nothing like a distressed victim of assault. You couldn’t even see a single mark on $sage_hisher pale skin–not on $sage_hisher neck and not on $sage_hisher face. But you could’ve sworn $sage_heshe <<if $sage_person is "person">>were<<else>>was<</if>> choked–you were the first on the scene! None of this made any sense. “Are you not going to offer me a cup of water?” Sage’s almost purring voice grabbed your attention–and not just yours. Khari was now watching $sage_himher as a cat hunting a mouse would. A polite but somehow still condescending smile formed on Sage’s lips. “Is there something on my face?” “The attitude,” Khari replied without even a second of hesitation. With how Sage’s smile twitched, you half expected $sage_himher to answer with something equally bold and rude, but then $sage_hisher brown eyes flickered to the glass that separated you and $sage_himher. You //knew// that $sage_heshe couldn’t see you, yet you still felt $sage_hisher gaze on you. [[You wanted to recoil–hide, run, escape this intense gaze.][$sage_approval -=2]] [[You felt hypnotized–you couldn’t bring yourself to even attempt to look away.][$sage_approval +=4; $sage_romance +4]]

It was as if ants crawled under your skin–uncomfortable, biting and panic inducing. A chill ran down your spine, making you shiver despite the warm temperature in the room. How could //one// person–one seemingly normal person–cause you to react this way? Why was it that even separated by a wall and a glass window, you felt naked and exposed under Sage’s inquisitive eyes? You took a shuddering breath, fingers digging into the meat of your arms to calm yourself down. <<if $smoker is "true">>//Fuck, I need a smoke,// you thought. <<else>> <</if>> <<button "Eyes on me, Rennis." "Eyes on me, Rennis.">><</button>>

It was as if you stared into the eyes of a snake–charming you to stay still, paralyzing you with nothing but a glance. You couldn’t even blink, too entranced by the intensity of Sage’s gaze. You never encountered a person who’d have such a magnetic pull–$sage_heshe <<if $sage_person is "person">>were<<else>>was<</if>> as intimidating as $sage_heshe <<if $sage_person is "person">>were<<else>>was<</if>> intoxicating. Pulling you in with seemingly nothing. //All $sage_heshe did was look at you, for fuck’s sake! Get it together, $firstname!// You scolded yourself, but still you did not move or look away. You and Sage were like prey and a predator, caught in a staring contest–a battle of wills on who will break eye contact first. <<button "Eyes on me, Rennis." "Eyes on me, Rennis.">><</button>>

<<audio "OST29" stop>><<cacheaudio "OST30" "https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/927190471657291806/994574978102087730/OST_30_meditive-keys-21134.mp3">><<audio "OST30" loop play>>“$nickname?” Roan’s concerned tone immediately made you remember what you just walked away from–being choked in a dark alley by a possible murderer, when you had a serial killer on the loose. Luos was probably half losing $roan_hisher mind with worry when you were busy being unconscious. “Hi, Roan,” you mumbled out, a bit taken aback by $roan_hisher sudden presence. It wasn’t something weird of $roan_himher to visit you at work, but usually $roan_heshe called ahead. <<if $flaker is "true">>Though, you didn’t really have a room to talk in this department. <<else>> <</if>> A warm but strained smile marked Roan’s face. “I leave you alone for one evening,” $roan_heshe shook $roan_hisher head, $roan_hisher dark eyes questioning and full of concern. “Hayes told you, didn’t he?” You guessed, grimacing as Roan nodded. “He shouldn’t have–” Roan’s stern voice interrupted you before you could finish. “Your partner found you unconscious in an alley after you chased a murder suspect, $firstname.” <<print $roan_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> shook $roan_hisher head. “You are a magnet for everything dangerous. Have I ever told you that?” “It came up,” you quipped back, feeling victorious as you saw Roan’s clouded expression ease a little. [[“I’m really alright now, Roan,” you smiled gently.][$roan_approval +=4]] [[“I’m fine, there’s no need to worry,” you waved your hand dismissively.][$roan_approval -=2]] [[❤ “I’m better now that you’re here,” you admitted softly.][$roan_approval +=5; $roan_romance +=5]]

Sage did not even attempt to hide $sage_hisher disinterest as $sage_heshe lazily moved $sage_hisher gaze back to your partner. The dismissive smile on $sage_hisher lips was all too obvious, and you could only hope that no fight would break out between a key witness and Khari. “I’ve already gone through my statement with the… what was their name?” <<print $sage_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> licked $sage_hisher lips, fingers tapping on $sage_hisher temple in a quite theatrical way. “Officer Quill, was it?” A pencil almost snapped on Khari’s notepad. “Officer //Quinn,//” $a_heshe corrected, glaring at Sage who made a gesture as if $sage_heshe just remembered it $sage_himself. “Precisely, so, pray tell what more do you need from me?” <<print $sage_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> cocked $sage_hisher head to the side. You let out a slow breath, pinching the bridge of your nose as a wave of exhaustion came over you. //This is ridiculous,// you thought, //passing out should count as sleeping, you stupid body.// A familiar and gentle voice snapped you back to the current moment. <<textbox "$nickname" "Type a nickname for you main character here or choose one from the list of suggestions" "CH2Scene2">> [[...Rocky?|CH2Scene2][$nickname to "Rocky"]] [[...Buddy?|CH2Scene2][$nickname to "Buddy"]] [[...Scooter?|CH2Scene2][$nickname to "Scooter"]] [[...Chipmunk?|CH2Scene2][$nickname to "Chipmunk"]] [[...Nugget?|CH2Scene2][$nickname to "Nugget"]] [[...Jelly Bean?|CH2Scene2][$nickname to "Jelly Bean"]]

The sincerity of your words seemed to ease the worry on Roan’s tired face–you wondered if $roan_heshe got any sleep at all, because it sure didn’t seem like it. Knowing your friend, $roan_heshe probably spent the last few hours thinking about whether or not //you// were alright. “For someone who was just attacked? I suppose you are as well as can be expected,” $roan_heshe finally seceded, choosing to believe your assuring words. “I still think you shouldn’t be alone tonight, $nickname.” That much you could’ve expected. If it was the other way around, you wouldn’t let Roan stay home alone either. Though, you were a detective–$roan_heshe <<if $roan_person is "person">>were<<else>>was<</if>> a baker. “Alright,” <<button "you said." "you said.">><</button>>

Roan took half a step back, as if physically struck by your dismissal of $roan_hisher concern. However, $roan_heshe did not say a thing–only looked at you with hurt in $roan_hisher dark eyes, as $roan_heshe awkwardly straightened $roan_hisher rainbow sweater. “If you say so,” $roan_heshe mumbled, but both of you knew that $roan_heshe didn’t believe you for a second. “I still think you should stay with someone tonight, in case anything happens.” You sighed, rolling your eyes. “Like what, Roan? The murderer coming to finish me?” “Like you losing your consciousness again because of the long term results of being choked out.” Roan shot back, giving you a scolding glare that made you suddenly feel as if you were in school again. “Alright,” <<button "you said." "you said.">><</button>>

Roan’s presence was like a healing balm for your nerves–$roan_heshe always managed to calm you down, made you feel at ease and helped you relax, no matter the situation. You weren’t sure whether it was because $roan_heshe <<if $roan_person is "person">>were<<else>>was<</if>> your friend, or was it just Roan’s soothing personality, but just $roan_hisher mere smile could do wonders for your wrecked nerves. It seemed to be mutual, as Roan’s previously tense body visibly relaxed and $roan_heshe lowered $roan_hisher arms. “When I say ‘be careful,’ //please// take it to heart next time, $nickname?” <<print $roan_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> asked, dark eyes searching for the answer in your expression. You made an ‘x’ mark on your heart, smiling. “Promise, scout’s honor!” “You were never a scout– Nevermind.” <<print $roan_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> shook $roan_hisher head. “I still think you shouldn’t be alone tonight, $firstname.” You knew better than to argue with Roan when $roan_heshe <<if $roan_person is "person">>were<<else>>was<</if>> like this. “Alright,” <<button "you said." "you said.">><</button>>

“Yes, $sage_himher. <<print $sage_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> claims to have seen the attacker–no idea if it’s anything credible yet, but Khari will smell any bullshit from $sage_himher way before anyone else does.” You couldn’t help but agree–while Sage might as well hold a sign saying $sage_heshe <<if $sage_person is "person">>are<<else>>is<</if>> suspicious, $sage_heshe <<if $sage_person is "person">>were<<else>>was<</if>> still intimidating and Khari was probably the only one who wasn’t too affected by it. “Either way, <<button "you will be only observing anyway." "you will be only observing anyway.">><</button>>

“It is awfully stuffy in this room, would it kill you to open the door?” Sage’s silky voice coming from behind the glass captured both yours and Roan’s attention. “As soon as you confirm the last details on the attacker, I’ll push you through the door //myself//, don’t you worry.” You heard Khari mutter, however it was not your partner that had your interest at that moment. Instead, you focused your $eyecolor eyes on Roan, who was now staring at Sage from behind the glass window. It was shocking how quickly your friend’s expression changed. <<print $roan_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> pulled $roan_hisher lips into a tight grimace, and $roan_hisher brows furrowed in mild annoyance. “You know $sage_himher?” you asked, nodding at Sage who was currently giving Khari a smile that could be only taken as a subtle ‘fuck you.’ Roan shook $roan_hisher head, a lie clear on $roan_hisher face as $roan_heshe turned to you. “Haven’t had the pleasure,” $roan_heshe said, quite obvious in $roan_hisher dishonesty. You wondered why $roan_heshe would lie about something like this. Roan //never// lied. As you opened your mouth to question $roan_himher on this, the commotion inside the interview room interrupted you. “Thank you for your time, $sage_Mx Rennis. We’ll be in contact.” You watched as Khari gathered $a_hisher things and gestured for Sage to go ahead towards the door. On instinct, you stepped back, feeling like a child who was caught eavesdropping as the inquisitive brown eyes landed on your form. “Ah, detective $firstname,” $sage_heshe lowered $sage_hisher voice into a more alluring tone. It sent chills down your entire body. “It’s a relief to see you in one piece.” [[You found yourself wanting to shrink under the towering gaze.][$shy +=5; $sage_approval -=2]] [[“And same for you.” You said, managing a smile despite how chilling Sage’s gaze was.][$bold +=5; $sage_approval +=4]]

You couldn’t help it–it was as if all childhood fears were brought back to the surface, crushing you under their weight, forcing you to become smaller despite the reality of the situation. Sage’s eyes dimmed, losing interest as soon as $sage_heshe noticed how tense you were. <<print $sage_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> looked almost disappointed, though you couldn’t begin to decypher why that would be. If $sage_heshe projected the aura of fear, wouldn’t your reaction be $sage_hisher goal? “For now, at least.” Sage added, boredom dripping from $sage_hisher voice. <<print $sage_hisher.toUpperFirst()>> gaze moved to Roan, who was standing firm by your side, $roan_hisher entire posture making $roan_hisher desire to protect you quite obvious. //Now// Sage looked more interested. “You are the–” “–friend who will absolutely ban you from my bakery if I hear even a //peep// about you bullying $firstname.” <<print $roan_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> interjected quickly, hands on $roan_hisher hips as $roan_heshe looked up at Sage in a daring manner. You moved closer to Roan, prepared to intervene. However Sage just smiled. //Amused.// “Aren’t you a little fighter?” $sage_heshe purred, holding Roan’s gaze. “Fair enough. I’ll see myself out.” As Sage was leaving, $sage_heshe moved past you in the doorway, $sage_hisher leather gloves brushing your hands <<if $touchaversion is "severe">>which almost made you recoil in your place.<<else>>which almost made you jump in surprise at the sudden contact.<</if>> “I’ll be seeing you, <<button "Detective." "Detective.">><</button>>

There was something alluring in how Sage carried $sage_himself–even if your every interaction felt like a dangerous dance with a venomous snake, you didn’t see a reason not to engage in it. $sage_Mx Rennis was a newcomer and apparently knew more about Deadwood’s current troubles than most people would. You wondered how–and what was $sage_hisher relation to whoever attacked you. To find that out, however, you need to get closer to the flame-haired stranger. If it was possible, Sage looked even more interested now, almost leaning as a child would to have a better view at a rare animal behind the glass. “So it seems,” $sage_heshe murmured, tone dropping into a lower one. <<print $sage_hisher.toUpperFirst()>> gaze moved lazily to Roan, who was standing firm by your side–$roan_hisher entire posture making it quite obvious that $roan_heshe felt uncomfortable by the situation. Sage’s brown eyes flickered in an unhidden interest. “You must be the–” “–friend who will absolutely ban you from my bakery if I hear even a //peep// about you bullying $firstname.” <<print $roan_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> interjected quickly, hands on $roan_hisher hips as $roan_heshe looked up at Sage in a daring manner. You shot Roan a surprised look, taken aback by $roan_hisher sudden mood change and behavior towards Sage. Instead of being offended, however, Sage just smiled. //Amused.// “Aren’t you a little fighter?” $sage_heshe purred, holding Roan’s gaze. “Fair enough. I’ll see myself out.” As Sage was leaving, $sage_heshe moved past you in the doorway, $sage_hisher leather gloves brushing your hands <<if $touchaversion is "severe">>which almost made you recoil in your place.<<else>>which almost made you jump in surprise at the sudden contact.<</if>> “I’ll be seeing you, <<button "Detective." "Detective.">><</button>>

Once Sage disappeared behind the corner, you felt like you were finally able to breathe, not smothered by $sage_hisher dominating personality. Roan moved beside you, relaxing as well now that the red-haired $sage_person disappeared from the line of sight. “Rich people,” $roan_heshe shook $roan_hisher head. “Sometimes I feel like they come from a different planet.” You couldn’t hold back a slight snicker, agreeing with your friend’s words. “Ah, Hayes mentioned that he wants to talk to you before you head home.” You had to suppress a groan, feeling like a child summoned by the headmaster at school. “I’ll be waiting by the car–I’ll bother you for the night.” “Roan, it’s not necessary–” “//Just// to make sure you’re okay.” <<print $roan_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> insisted, and despite how gentle $roan_hisher tone was, you knew better than to fight it. Protective Roan was the most //stubborn// Roan–it would be easier to convince a penguin it can fly than deter Luos from whatever $roan_heshe set $roan_hisher mind to once $roan_heshe got into $roan_hisher caretaker mode. “Alright, we’ll have a sleepover.” You gave up, making Roan smile with victory. “I’ll try to make it quick.” You added, catching Khari’s urgent gaze, feet already moving in your partner’s direction. <<button "Best to get it over with." "Best to get it over with.">><</button>>

Hayes was–as could be expected–waiting for you and your partner in his office. Khari surprisingly held back any snide remarks and simply sat down, fingers brushing over $a_hisher bracelet in a soothing gesture. “So, $Lastname,” Hayes started, giving you his undivided attention. “Tell us everything, without skipping any details.” <<if $skill is "art">>And you did. You went over how you heard a commotion in an alley only to find $sage_Mx Rennis struggling to breathe, clearly after being attacked. As you explained your chase after the murder suspect that then turned into you being choked, neither Hayes nor Khari interrupted you. You even went as far as to sketch the suspect you saw in the alley–granted, it was not your best work as you were rushed and didn’t have your usual resources to draw, but it at least gave you an idea of who to look for. Even if it was just a pair of eyes, a forehead, loose strands of hair and a nose bridge. <<else>>And you did. You went over how you heard a commotion in an alley only to find $sage_Mx Rennis struggling to breathe, clearly after being attacked. As you explained your chase after the murder suspect which then turned into you being choked, neither Hayes nor Khari interrupted you.<</if>> <<if $Hayes_approval >=26>>“Alright,” the Captain said after you finished recalling the incident. “As weird as it sounds that a murder suspect, who according to Khari is likely a professional–” Lortnoc made a confirming noise, “to leave a witness alive and go out of $ariel_hisher way to not cause you any serious harm… I believe you.” Part of you wanted to pinch yourself just to make sure you weren’t dreaming. You half expected Hayes to laugh in your face or recommend you for a doctor’s check up to make sure you didn’t sustain any brain injuries to tell tales like this. Captain believing you was //not// something you thought would be possible. “Oh, don’t look so damn surprised,” Hayes snarled, rolling his eyes. “With everything that’s happening, your situation is the //least// surprising one.” Your brows furrowed, as you leaned forward in your chair. “Something else happened while I was out?” Khari waved $a_hisher hand. “Leave it for tomorrow, $Lastname. You had enough excitement for the day.” Before you could argue with that, a yawn escaped you, betraying how tired you truly felt. Khari turned to you, and despite the fact that $a_heshe avoided direct eye contact, you could see the smallest hint of worry in $a_hisher green eyes. “Go home. Get some rest. We’ll handle it from here until you come back.” You looked at Hayes with a silent question, and he gave you a nod. “Okay, see you tomorrow then.”<<elseif $Hayes_approval <=25>>The captain hummed, as you finished recalling the incident. “A murder suspect not wanting to hurt the detective chasing $ariel_himher and only incapacitating you? Doesn’t seem too plausible.” He said, on the fence whether to believe in your recollection or not. In all honesty, you weren’t surprised. It didn’t sound too believable. If a colleague told you that a dangerous would-be-murderer attacked them but didn’t do any real damage and actively avoided causing serious harm–all while coincidentally appearing right after Sage ominously insinuated that $sage_heshe <<if $sage_person is "person">>know<<else>>knows<</if>> the culprit–you’d probably refer them to a doctor to get their head checked out, or you’d ask if they’re sleep deprived. “Are you sure about what you saw, what you heard?” Hayes questioned, his brows pulled into a focused expression. “It was dark, and you were after a long shift…” “I’m positive.” You interrupted him, probably too sternly, but at this hour you couldn’t care for fake pleasantries. “I know it’s weird, and I would have doubts too if I wasn’t there.” “<<print $heshe.toUpperFirst()>> <<if $mc_pronouns_plural is "true">>aren’t<<else>>isn’t<</if>> lying, Hayes.” Khari spoke up, surprising both you and the Captain. “And I was there as well. Everything that $firstname says checks out. <<print $heshe.toUpperFirst()>> <<if $mc_pronouns_plural is "true">>need<<else>>needs<</if>> some rest, you can continue this tomorrow.” Despite the heavy silence in the office, you felt yourself relax at your partner’s support. Even if Hayes didn’t believe you, Khari had your back on this and it eased your nerves, at least a bit. “Alright. We’ll pick this up tomorrow.” Hayes relented, sitting down behind his desk.<</if>> [[You couldn’t get out of the office fast enough–the sooner you could rest, the sooner you could get back to work.|SCENE4.0]] [[Maybe it would be a good thing to check up on Morgan–you could ask Khari to do that.][$khari_approval +=4; $morgan_approval +=5; $kharimorgan to "true"]]

<<audio "OST30" stop>><<cacheaudio "OST7" "https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/927190471657291806/960561474189799484/OST_7_with-all-my-heart-15640.mp3">><<audio "OST7" loop play>><<audio "OST7" volume 0.70>>Roan–as expected–waited for you by the car, a soft smile painting $roan_hisher lips. “Hand over the keys, $nickname! I’m your personal driver, at least for the next hour or so.” <<print $roan_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> said, with $roan_hisher hand reaching out. “Do I have a say in this?” “Nope!” //Well, I should’ve expected this honestly.// You sighed in your mind and gave up the keys, too tired to argue. It was only when you settled on the passengers side that you remembered the strange interaction you had with Sage–and that a piece of paper found its way into your hand which you’ve been subconsciously clenching this entire time. It was a note, written in a neat handwriting that could be almost taken as calligraphy. //Come by tomorrow evening, 8PM sharp. I have some information you might find interesting about our mutual friend.// And then there was an address written below. You bit your lip, staring at the small note as if it could give you all the answers if you glared at it long enough. Sage was clearly playing a cat-and-mouse game with you, stringing you along with bits and pieces of information, just enough to keep you on the hook. <<print $sage_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> kept $sage_hisher cards close to $sage_hisher chest, not betraying just how much $sage_heshe really <<if $sage_person is "person">>know<<else>>knows<</if>>. You couldn’t just ignore an opportunity to question the elusive $sage_Mx Rennis without any interruptions; then again, it could easily go wrong. You knew next to nothing about Sage. “$firstname? Are you okay?” You instinctively clenched your fist, hiding the note in your palm as you glanced up at Roan. <<print $roan_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> was looking at you with obvious worry in $roan_hisher dark eyes. [[You mustered up a smile. “Yes, everything’s alright Roan.”][$roan_approval -=2]] [[You bit the inside of your cheek, before passing the piece of paper to Roan.][$roan_approval +=5; $shownote_roan to "true"]] [[You looked away, hiding your hands in the pockets of your jacket. “Can we just drive? I’m tired.”][$roan_approval -=4]]

You stopped on your way out. “Hey, Khari.” Your partner’s head slightly turned in your direction. “Maybe you should check up on Morgan, $g_heshe had quite a day too.” You noticed a hint of worry reflect in Khari’s eyes, as $a_heshe caught the hidden meaning behind your suggestion. Morgan already seemed to be doing badly, and $g_himher being forced to interact with a recently deceased person certainly didn’t help. Not to mention, even back at Morgan’s house Khari didn’t do the best job of hiding $a_hisher concern for the psychic. A tension eased in Lortnoc’s shoulders, as $a_heshe gave you a little nod. “Stay safe,” you said, disappearing promptly behind the door. [[Without further delay, you finally left the station. |SCENE4.0]]

Roan’s brows furrowed in worry, as $roan_hisher grip tightened around the wheel. “You know you can tell me anything, right, $nickname?” <<print $roan_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> said carefully, as if trying not to spook you. Despite the uncomfortable, nauseating feeling setting in your stomach, you kept up the fake smile on your face. “I know, Roan. But really, everything’s okay.” The lie tasted like ash in your mouth. //If it turns out to be something dangerous,// you thought, //it’s better if $roan_heshe <<if $roan_person is "person">>don’t<<else>>doesn’t<</if>> know,// you justified it to yourself. Judging by Roan’s face, $roan_heshe didn’t buy that lie by a longshot, but didn’t press you on the matter. “If you say so,” $roan_heshe sighed, starting the engine. <<button "It was going to be a long ride." "It was going to be a long ride.">><</button>>

<<print $roan_hisher.toUpperFirst()>> eyes scanned the text on the note, and you could tell $roan_heshe already didn’t like the idea of you going anywhere near Sage or the place where the meeting would be. “There’s a hundred ways this could go wrong, $nickname.” <<print $roan_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> said, giving you back the note. “For all we know, //$sage_heshe// could be a serial killer!” <<print $roan_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> exclaimed, gripping the wheel in frustration. “I know, but clearly $sage_heshe <<if $sage_person is "person">>know<<else>>knows<</if>> //something// about the case I’m working on, I can’t just pass up an opportunity like this.” Logic–apart from emotional blackmail–was perhaps the only way to get through Roan’s overprotective nature. You could already see a pout on $roan_hisher lips. “Also, you do remember I have a gun and a taser, right?” You pointed out, to Roan’s frustration. “Yes, and it did you a lot of good in that alley, didn’t it?” Both of you jerked in surprise at the snappy tone of $roan_hisher voice. Roan almost never used it with you, no matter the situation. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t be speaking like this.” “Hey, it’s been a long day for all of us.” You tried to ease the tension that was hanging over the two of you. “I know it’s risky, but I’ll be careful. Promise.” When Roan glanced at you, you could notice $roan_heshe <<if $roan_person is "person">>were<<else>>was<</if>> still unsure of your plan to meet Sage. However, $roan_heshe only sighed in defeat, starting the engine. “I hope you know what you’re doing.” <<button "It was going to be a long ride." "It was going to be a long ride.">><</button>>

You couldn’t see whether Roan looked disappointed, defeated or unbothered–your gaze was focused on the dark gray world behind the window of your car. You both sat in absolute silence–it could have been seconds or minutes, it was impossible to tell–before finally Roan gave up on trying to get you to spill what was wrong. “Whatever you say, $firstname.” <<print $roan_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> sighed, not hiding the twinge of hurt in $roan_hisher voice. <<button "It was going to be a long ride." "It was going to be a long ride.">><</button>>

The drive from the station to your house was a blur of lights and sounds. You could barely keep your eyes open, exhaustion catching up to you with the events of the entire day. Roan was kind enough to open the front door for you–although you did not remember giving $roan_himher your house keys–and lead you inside. You caught a glimpse of your own reflection in the mirror. There were dark, freshly forming bruises marking your $skintone skin, making you grimace. “I’ll get you some ointment for those,” Roan spoke softly from behind you, making you turn. “One of your //magic// ointments?” You asked, brows raising, as Roan smiled. It was a bit of a running joke between the two of you, that Luos was in fact a witch. Whenever you asked $roan_himher how was it that $roan_heshe never got sick, $roan_heshe always said “magic!” Similarly, whenever you asked how it was possible that Roan’s ointments and teas could make minor injuries and illnesses go away in less than a day, $roan_heshe would just smile and say “I told you, it’s magic.” You waved your hand, giving up on trying to question $roan_himher again on the subject. “Keep your secrets,” you sighed, dropping onto the old couch in the living room. “You should eat something–what would you like?” [[You smiled softly–it was endearing how Roan always wanted to take care of you.][$roan_approval +=4; $roan_romance +=3; $friendly +=3]] [[You sighed, annoyed by how overbearing Roan was.][$hostile +=3; $roan_approval -=3]] <<if $aromantic is "true">> <<else>>[[❤ You felt yourself melt at how protective Roan was over you.][$roan_approval +=4; $roan_romance +=4]]<</if>>

It was good to have a best friend like Roan–always taking care of you, no matter if you had a fight, or if your relationship suffered over the years. At least in the recent days you finally had the time to spend time together–the fact that it was because a murderer attacked you in an alley was not too important. “What? What’s got you smiling so much, $nickname?” <<print $roan_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> asked, head tilting to the side. “Nothing, I’m just glad I have you as a friend.” You said, ignoring the slight rasp to your voice. Roan’s expression softened, as $roan_heshe handed you a mug. “I’m glad you’re my friend too, $firstname.” <<print $roan_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> said. You took a sip from the mug–honey, lemon and warm water. A home remedy Luos would always give you for a sore throat. “Now, the food?” You heard yourself chuckle. <<button "Right, the food." "Right, the food.">><</button>>

You really didn’t need someone hovering over you like a mother hen–you were an adult and could handle staying a night alone, even in these circumstances. Roan running around, being a busy bee, was annoying to say the least. Just watching $roan_himher act like that made you tired. Even in your own home, you had no privacy or the luxury of solitude. “What’s with the long face?” Roan asked, handing you a warm mug. You bit back the snappy response that pushed onto your tongue, instead taking a sip of honey, lemon and warm water mixture. Luos always made it whenever you had a sore throat–you didn’t even know you had honey in your kitchen. “I can really take care of myself,” you mumbled, incapable of hiding the annoyance in your voice. Roan’s smile twitched, slowly disappearing from $roan_hisher face. “I know. A little help won’t kill you though, $firstname.” <<print $roan_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> said. “Now, the food?” You sighed. <<button "Right, the food." "Right, the food.">><</button>>

Even if you were the detective here, with a gun and a taser, with the training on how to take down a threat, Roan still treated you so gently and carefully, as if you were a butterfly sitting in $roan_hisher palm. Every time $roan_heshe smiled at you, it made your heart flutter with joy, and every time $roan_heshe said your name or called you $nickname, your heart would beat faster in your chest. It was the little things–Roan remembering your favorite foods or drinks, what you’ve been doing recently or whether or not you had something on your mind. <<print $roan_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> stood up for you in $roan_hisher polite but firm way, and helped to keep any dark clouds at bay. Those little things made you sometimes wish that there was more between you than just friendship. “A penny for your thoughts, $nickname?” Roan asked, carefully handing you a mug. You didn’t have to taste it to know what it was–a homemade remedy from honey, lemon and warm water that $roan_heshe always gave you for a sore throat. “I’m just glad to have you look after me,” you said, still with a soft smile on your lips. “You’re a real treasure, Roan,” you added, watching how $roan_heshe let out a small chuckle, happy sparks dancing in $roan_hisher dark eyes. “If I’m a treasure, does that make you a hoarding dragon?” <<print $roan_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> asked, obviously teasing with you. You shrugged, taking a sip from the mug, still with a smile on your face. “Maybe. Or maybe I’m just a magpie.” “Well, then you’re a very pretty magpie. Best magpie of all magpies,” $roan_heshe said, winking as $roan_heshe quickly moved to the kitchen. “So, the food?” You chuckled to yourself, shaking your head. <<button "Right, the food." "Right, the food.">><</button>>

You couldn’t remember the last time you and Roan managed to find the time to just sit down and eat a proper meal together–even though the meal right now was mostly leftovers with a few simple side dishes Luos managed to whip out–or found the moment to just breathe and //talk.// Really talk, catch up on what was going on in your lives. You were surprised to learn, for example, that Roan was single again. For some time now $roan_heshe had a string of brief relationships, trying to find //the one// but eventually deciding that $roan_heshe worked best with the other person as friends and not romantic partners. You remembered that $roan_hisher last significant other, a non binary person named Pearl, was an almost picture perfect soulmate for Roan. They were demisexual, just as Luos, and just as gentle and attentive as your friend. You were surprised when Roan told you they broke up, explaining that $roan_heshe felt more platonic than romantic about Pearl and didn’t want to lead them on. [[You understood, and after all it was Roan’s life to live.]] <<if $aromantic is "true">> <<else>>[[❤ You felt somewhat relieved upon hearing the news–although you were ashamed to admit why.][$roan_approval +=3; $roan_romance +=6]]<</if>>

You couldn’t blame $roan_himher for trying to find happiness when every day in Deadwood was like a never-ending funeral, an eternal wake that just dragged on for years. If Roan could find these small moments of joy whenever $roan_heshe dated someone new–no matter who it was or for how long–you only supported it. After all, $roan_heshe never had a stereotypical ‘bad break-up’ that caused any issues. All of Roan’s past partners were nothing but respectful and understanding. Sometimes they were the ones to suggest ending things, sometimes it was Roan. Neither party was ever too heartbroken about this, although you’d still sometimes offer to your friend your couch and a pint of $roan_hisher favorite ice cream if there was a need for it. Roan never took you up on it, but you knew that $roan_heshe would tell you if anything was off. <<button "Eventually, you drifted to sleep before you knew it." "Eventually, you drifted to sleep before you knew it.">><</button>>

No matter how much you tried to squash it, you felt the pang of jealousy whenever you saw Roan with one of $roan_hisher partners. It was infuriating, because there was nothing that you could rationally hate them all for. They were all too perfect for your friend. Understanding, caring, patient and eager to spend time with Roan no matter what was happening. Worst of all, they were all just so //friendly// towards you, so happy to meet Roan’s //best friend// that they heard so much about. It got harder and harder to fake that polite smile, to nod your head as significant other after significant other repeated all the compliments Luos was saying about you. How you were $roan_hisher oldest friend, how $roan_heshe <<if $roan_person is "person">>don’t<<else>>doesn’t<</if>> imagine a life without you, how grateful $roan_heshe <<if $roan_person is "person">>are<<else>>is<</if>> for you, and how happy each partner is that Roan has someone like you to support them when //they// are not around. Each word was like a stab into your already bleeding heart, even if the hurt was not intended. Every time you saw Roan smile and giggle because of something $roan_hisher partners said, you felt your insides twist uncomfortably. You knew you had no right to feel so possessive over $roan_himher–you were //best friends// after all, but it didn’t make the jealousy go away. You didn’t know if Roan noticed your little sigh of relief as $roan_heshe told you the news about Pearl–if $roan_heshe did, $roan_heshe didn’t acknowledge it. <<button "Eventually, you drifted to sleep before you knew it." "Eventually, you drifted to sleep before you knew it.">><</button>>

<<audio "OST7" stop>><<cacheaudio "OST26" "https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/927190471657291806/994573965840363550/OST_26_creepy-night-2910.mp3">><<audio "OST26" loop play>><<audio "OST26" volume 0.80>>Everything around you was dark–no, it was pitch black–and there was an unexplainable pressure on your chest, holding you down. Your limbs were heavy as if they were made of lead. It was impossible to move, to breathe or scream–your voice was gone. It was as if you were a child again, staring into the face of the hunched creature, as it sent panic through your body. Just when you thought you’d suffocate, you saw something in the distance. It was a… [[... fox?][$sage_approval +=5; $sage_romance +=10; $sage_dream to "true"]] [[... wolf?][$riven_approval +=5; $riven_romance +=10; $riven_dream to "true"]] [[... snake?][$roan_approval +=5; $roan_romance +=10; $roan_dream to "true"]] [[... raven?][$morgan_approval +=5; $morgan_romance +=10; $morgan_dream to "true"]] [[... jaguar?][$khari_approval +=5; $khari_romance +=10; $khari_dream to "true"]] [[... bat?][$sasha_approval +=5; $sasha_romance +=10; $sasha_dream to "true"]] [[... deer?][$ariel_approval +=5; $ariel_romance +=10; $ariel_dream to "true"]]

//Why a fox?// You wanted to ask, but no words could escape your lips. Before you knew it, wild flames engulfed everything around you–hot, untamed, unpredictable. They were devouring the void that rendered you paralyzed before. Your throat felt on fire as you inhaled the dark smoke. “Interesting,” a smooth voice sounded in your head. You //knew// that voice. You heard it before. “Your mind wanders to dangerous places, my dear $firstname.” You saw a silhouette of a person behind the raging flames. It was Sage–$sage_heshe seemed completely unfazed by the fire licking $sage_hisher naked body, as if it were hungry and impatient, ready to devour the $sage_person before you as it devoured the darkness before. <<print $sage_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> looked like a statue, with $sage_hisher alabaster skin that bore no scars or marks of any kind. <<print $sage_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> almost didn’t look real. And then, suddenly, Sage <<if $sage_person is "person">>were<<else>>was<</if>> no longer in front of you. “Wake up, $firstname. You can’t miss all the fun,” $sage_heshe whispered right in your ear, making a shiver creep up your spine. <<button "And then you woke up." "And then you woke up.">><</button>>

But only for a brief moment–it was gone in a blink of an eye, leaving you alone yet again. And then, you smelled… the forest. The trees, the grass, resin. You could hear the owls hooting and leaves crunching under the steps of an animal. A big animal that was dangerously close to you judging by how loud the steps were. Fear paralyzed you once again, not allowing you to turn around and see what exactly was standing behind you. A bear? A mountain lion? You didn’t know what would be worse. Defenseless and alone, you were easy prey. And then you heard it. The sound of the bones breaking. Slowly, in an almost torturous way. You recognized the noise of skin ripping, blood dripping onto the leaves. All of this was accompanied by the demonic, distorted wail of a… person? Your stomach churned. Was the animal eating someone alive right behind you? No matter how strong was the urge to run or help, you could do neither. You could only stand and listen to the ragged breaths and whimpers coming from behind you. And then you heard it. One word from the unfortunate soul. “Fuck…” You //knew// that voice. You barely turned your head to see Riven laying naked in the leaves, bits of fur sticking to $riven_hisher olive skin, blood covering $riven_hisher naked body. You moved from your place, snapping out of whatever paralyzed you. <<button "And then you woke up." "And then you woke up.">><</button>>

It slithered towards you, lazy and slow. You had no idea what type of a snake it could be, but its deep reddish brown scales were almost swallowed by the darkness surrounding you. The only sound you could hear was the quiet hissing of the animal as it got close enough to touch you. It slithered up your body, warm and soft, its embrace crushing and comforting in its danger at the same time. As its body surrounded your neck and you looked into the familiar black eyes, the intense gaze of the snake hypnotized you. It could’ve been seconds, minutes or hours before you shook from the animal’s embrace, only to find it missing from your body. Instead, you saw Roan. <<print $roan_hisher.toUpperFirst()>> pastel colored clothes torn in some places, covered by dirt and blood in others. <<print $roan_hisher.toUpperFirst()>> hair unruly, clearly after being pulled on too many times. Tears stained $roan_hisher cheeks, as $roan_heshe sat on the forest ground, clawing at the dirt in what could only be described as helpless desperation. “Whatever it takes… I swear it,” $roan_heshe sobbed, $roan_hisher voice trembling. You broke out of your trance and tried to reach out, before you fell to the ground. <<button "And then you woke up." "And then you woke up.">><</button>>

It was hard to see in the dark, but it was definitely a raven. Its wide wings almost hit you in the head as it flew by you, making you whip around only to be met not with a living bird, but a half decaying one screeching right into your face. The stench of rot and death filling up your lungs as fearful tears pricked your eyes, panic paralyzing you to the core. The raven disappeared as suddenly as it appeared, leaving you with the feeling of standing in the middle of a cemetery. As if all happiness disappeared from the world, leaving only sorrow, bitterness and grief. You shuddered, turning your head to the side. To your surprise, you saw a familiar figure. //Morgan.// Although, $g_heshe looked different than before. There were dark circles under $g_hisher eyes, $g_hisher coal black hair unruly and messy. Dried tears stained $g_hisher cheeks, shining on $g_hisher tawny skin as little diamonds would. It was only then that you noticed the silver light of the moon above you, cold and beautiful at the same time. Morgan was hugging $g_hisher knees to $g_hisher chest with a grim, unhappy smile on $g_hisher exhausted face. You blinked, suddenly seeing tens–no, hundreds–of almost transparent, gruesome strangers surrounding both you and the psychic, almost every single one of them reaching towards Morgan with their greedy hands, seething and wailing. You took a step back, shocked, soon falling into the darkness. <<button "And then you woke up." "And then you woke up.">><</button>>

You’ve never seen one in your life before, but there it stood–bigger than you’d ever expect it to be–moving slowly and carefully. There was a soft growl coming from its direction and you could do nothing but remain in your spot, too fearful to move an inch. You had no weapon on you, and there was no scenario in which you could outrun a //jaguar.// All you could do was hope that it would remain uninterested and pass you by. You closed your eyes, holding your breath as the animal got closer, its fur almost teasing your skin as it brushed past you. And then it was gone–you heard no more deep breaths of the jaguar. Instead, you heard a familiar voice curse behind you. //Khari.// You whipped your head around, taking in the sight of your partner–$a_heshe <<if $a_person is "person">>were<<else>>was<</if>> lacking any clothes and $a_hisher usually tied up, black hair was now freely running down $a_hisher shoulders. As $a_heshe reached for a conveniently placed bag of clothes, you noticed dark red staining $a_hisher bronze skin. //Blood. Old, dried up blood.// Confusion filled your head with hundreds of questions, one of which obviously being why would Khari come out of the woods naked, with blood covering $a_hisher body. You took a step back, soon falling back into the darkness. <<button "And then you woke up." "And then you woke up.">><</button>>

It was small and white–you’d think it’s a bird if not for the noises it made. Before you could move out of its way, its wings hit your face, making you take a step back and promptly wave your arms in an attempt to shoo the bat away. When you opened your eyes again, you saw no animal, however. Instead, you saw //Sasha// of all people. <<print $sasha_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> <<if $sasha_person is "person">>were<<else>>was<</if>> on $sasha_hisher knees, $sasha_hisher hands, neck and lower half of $sasha_hisher face stained scarlet red with blood. <<print $sasha_hisher.toUpperFirst()>> makeup was smudged, the black eyeshadow contrasting with $sasha_hisher lighter skin that always reminded you of the sand. There was red in $sasha_hisher white hair too, creating a grotesque picture. What made it more disturbing was that $sasha_heshe <<if $sasha_person is "person">>were<<else>>was<</if>> smiling–raising $sasha_hisher hand to slowly lick off the blood off of $sasha_hisher palms as if $sasha_heshe <<if $sasha_person is "person">>were<<else>>was<</if>> a cat. Your stomach turned, as you heard Sasha let out a joyful giggle. You had to have tripped on something, because soon you were falling into the darkness again. <<button "And then you woke up." "And then you woke up.">><</button>>

It stood before you, proud and majestic as nothing you’ve ever seen before. You felt enchanted by the warm, honey eyes that spoke promises of safety and peace. As you reached out towards the animal, however, it moved showing its other side. It was nothing but pale white bones surrounding an arrangement of decaying insides, with no fur surrounding it. You could see white worms and flies moving inside the deer, making a buzzing sound that became haunting as seconds flew by. You recoiled, taking a step back–the deer, however, remained in the same spot. Now, it was not alone. The $ariel_person from the alley was keeping it company, stroking the head of the animal, with sorrow in $ariel_hisher eyes. The deer’s eyes closed, as it stood content with the touch from the masked $ariel_person next to it. You felt yourself suffocate with the stench of a decaying corpse–the $ariel_person, however, remained unbothered. You took another step back, falling down into the darkness. <<button "And then you woke up." "And then you woke up.">><</button>>

<<if $roan_approval >=39>>“$firstname? $nickname, you’re okay!” Roan’s voice was the first thing that got through to you. The second thing was $roan_hisher worried face, not too far from yours, as <<if $touchaversion is "severe">>$roan_hisher hands hovered over you, not touching you but keeping close in case you fell from the couch you were currently on.<<elseif $touchaversion is "moderate">>$roan_hisher hands hovered over you, not touching you but keeping close in case you fell from the couch you were currently on.<<elseif $touchaversion is "false">>$roan_heshe held you in $roan_hisher arms, cradling you like a child. Only after you calmed down a little did $roan_heshe move away, though remained within an arm's reach.<</if>> You were in your living room, safe and sound–some dim lights were still turned on in the corners of the room and there was a blanket covering you. A pillow laid on the floor next to you; you likely threw it off during your nightmare. Your breath started to become more leveled, the panic melting away like ice caps and adrenaline leaving your tired body. Roan’s eyes looked you over, as if looking for any injuries. “It was a nightmare… Though worse than any other I’ve seen you having.” <<if $roan_dream is "true">>You inhaled shakily, trying to calm your thoughts. You couldn’t wrap your head around the fact that Roan was in your dream–no, nightmare–and that $roan_heshe looked so… desperate, so broken, so in pain. As if $roan_hisher mind and soul was just crushed. It wasn’t uncommon for you to suffer from nightmares, but they were never this specific–and you never had one with Roan in it. Most often you dreamed of reliving the night your parents died, or the monster from your childhood nightmare. This dream was different. Too… real, too invasive. You couldn’t shake off the feeling like you’ve just been caught doing something you shouldn’t–like you invaded your best friend’s privacy. “$nickname?” Roan’s voice pulled you out of your thoughts. “Do you want to talk about it?” <<print $roan_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> asked, handing you a glass of water. “You were in my dream,” you admitted softly, watching as Roan’s expression went from concern to shock. “You were crying in a forest… nevermind, it was all very weird.” You started mumbling, gripping the glass even tighter. Surprisingly, Roan didn’t press you on this. <<print $roan_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> blinked, still in shock, turning sideways to you. To be fair, you’d probably be weirded out too if $roan_heshe told you something similar. “I’m sorry for waking you, and making this weird…” “It’s okay,” $roan_heshe said quickly, lips pulled into a weak smile. “You cannot control your dreams, or nightmares.” <<print $roan_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> reassured you, getting up from the couch. “Do you need anything else? A distraction?” //To delete the last ten minutes from my life…// “I’m alright, really,” you said quickly, more in a habit than anything else. Roan’s smile twitching was proof enough of how often you’ve said the exact same sentence to $roan_himher before. “If you say so,” you heard $roan_himher sigh, before $roan_heshe went back to the armchair $roan_heshe <<if $roan_person is "person">>were<<else>>was<</if>> sleeping in before.<<else>>You inhaled slowly, trying to gather your thoughts. It wasn’t uncommon for you to suffer from nightmares, but they were never this specific–and rarely about people around you. Most often you dreamed of reliving the night your parents died, or the monster from your childhood nightmare. This dream was different. Too… real. You couldn’t shake off the feeling like you’ve just been caught doing something you shouldn’t–like you invaded someone’s privacy. “$firstname?” “I’m fine, I just… it was very weird.” You mumbled out, licking your dry lips. Worry pulled at Roan’s lips, turning them into a frown. <<print $roan_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> handed you a glass of water, which you gladly accepted. It felt like you were dying of dehydration. “Do you want to talk about it?” Roan asked, and your grip tightened on the glass. As trustworthy as Luos was, you couldn’t even begin to imagine how to explain whatever happened in that nightmare. “I’d prefer not to,” you answered gently, setting the empty glass on the table. “I’m sorry for waking you– what hour is it?” “It’s a little past 5 AM. And you don’t have to apologize, $nickname, you can’t control your dreams.” That //did// reassure you a bit. “Do you need anything else? A distraction?” “I’m alright, really,” you said quickly, more in a habit than anything else. Roan’s sigh was proof enough of how often you’ve said the exact same sentence to $roan_himher before. “If you say so.”<</if>> You both //did// try to fall asleep again–although you felt Roan’s concerned gaze on you long after you laid down. You couldn’t exactly blame $roan_himher for worrying when you just woke up screaming, presumably, and shaking. Still, you wished that $roan_heshe could just… stop being so protective and think about $roan_himself first. If $roan_heshe lost any sleep because of you, it was not good either. However, trying to tell it to $roan_himher would be about as successful as teaching a snake how to fly, so you didn’t even try. Eventually, sleep claimed you once again, this time allowing you to rest without nightmares haunting you.<<else>>You sat up so fast everything started spinning around you–the living room, the couch, the dimmed lights in the corners of the room. Your breath was still shallow and panicked, and your hands shivered with the residues of the adrenaline in your body. //It was just a dream, nothing more… Just a weird, fucked up nightmare.// You reminded yourself, nails digging into the palms of your hands. //Nothing more.// You repeated in your head, licking your dry lips nervously. It wasn’t uncommon for you to suffer from nightmares, but they were never this specific–and rarely about people around you. Most often you dreamed of reliving the night your parents died, or the monster from your childhood nightmare. This dream was different. Too… real. You couldn’t shake off the feeling like you’ve just been caught doing something you shouldn’t–like you invaded someone’s privacy. <<if $roan_dream is "true">>//What the hell was that nightmare– And why was Roan there?// You questioned, fingers rubbing over your temples. You weren’t surprised that you’d dream about your best friend–after all you saw $roan_himher right before falling asleep–but you never had a //nightmare// starring $roan_himher. <<elseif $morgan_dream is "true">>//Of all people, why Morgan?// You asked yourself, completely lost. You barely knew Amuart, and although you had some intense day with $g_himher, you didn’t see a reason why would $g_heshe be in your nightmare–nevermind in such a grotesque way. <<elseif $khari_dream is "true">>//I am never looking Khari in the eyes again.// You groaned internally, dropping back onto the couch. Apart from the obvious fucked up parts of the nightmare, how could you look your partner in the eyes after $a_heshe appeared naked in your dream? Nevermind you imagining blood on $a_hisher body, too. <<elseif $riven_dream is "true">>//Why did I dream about Riven in this way?// You wondered, leaning back on the couch. It made some sense why you’d dream about $riven_himher–you thought Riven was dead or missing for the most part of the time $riven_heshe <<if $riven_person is "person">>were<<else>>was<</if>> gone. Everything else in the nightmare made no sense, though.<<elseif $sage_dream is "true">>//Why was Sage of all people in my dream?// You questioned, dropping your head into your hands. Was it because of the note? The stress from the altercation? And why did it feel like it was you who was in //$sage_hisher// dream?<<elseif $ariel_dream is "true">>//Why would I dream about a suspect like this? What was with the damn deer?// You asked yourself, rubbing your temples. The animal was arguably the weirdest part of it–though you never thought you’d dream about a murderer being so… gentle?<<elseif $sasha_dream is "true">>//Why would I dream about Sasha being… like this?// You wondered, rubbing your temples. Sure, Alucard was your criminal informant but you’ve never known $sasha_himher to be violent, nevermind to the point of consuming blood.<</if>> It was all too weird for your taste. You almost got up to wake Roan–who was dead asleep in an armchair at the opposite side of the living room–only giving up on the idea once you noticed the hour on the clock. 5:17 AM. You weren’t //this// cruel to rob $roan_himher from those few more hours of sleep, especially since $roan_heshe did take care of you. You sighed quietly–picking up a pillow you must have thrown away during your nightmare–and fixed the blanket on yourself, too lazy to move into the bedroom. You stared up into the ceiling for some time before falling asleep again–this time no nightmares haunted you.<</if>> <<button "When the morning came, you were alone." "When the morning came, you were alone.">><</button>>

<<audio "OST26" stop>><<cacheaudio "OST30" "https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/927190471657291806/994574978102087730/OST_30_meditive-keys-21134.mp3">><<audio "OST30" loop play>> Roan left you a note, explaining that $roan_heshe had to leave for work. Of course, in true Roan fashion, $roan_heshe couldn’t leave before making you a full breakfast and setting the table for you. The memory of the nightmare still remained fresh in your mind, making you shudder as a flash of it appeared before your eyes. //Maybe some food will help.// You shook your head, before sitting down to eat. While even a breakfast made by a skilled cook like Roan couldn’t keep the demons away, one thing could. Work. As soon as you finished cleaning the table, your phone rang. A disturbance call from Wanda’s bar, apparently a drunk patron was causing some trouble. Your eyes narrowed as you quickly glanced at the clock. It was almost noon. //Might as well…// <<button "Anything to keep your mind busy." "Anything to keep your mind busy.">><</button>>

You cursed under your breath, setting your eyes at the glowing neon sign of Wanda’s bar. You’ve visited it more often during working hours than during your off hours at this point. <<if $introvert is "true">>Not too surprising, since crowded places weren’t your thing to begin with.<<else>>Not for the lack of trying on your part–it was just hard to relax in a bar where everyone recognized you for being ‘the cop who ruined the party’ rather than anyone else.<</if>> This time was no different. <<if $introvert is "true">>Taking a deep breath, you braced yourself for the inevitability of getting stuck in a crowd of drunk patrons, and you entered the bar. <<else>>You sighed under your breath, entering the bar without further delay.<</if>> Surprisingly, you were not greeted by the mass of bodies and loud music–instead people were glued to the walls and the bar, not being subtle with how they tried to avoid the cause of your disturbance call. A middle aged man with an unhinged look in his eyes, spit running down his chin and sweat shining on his forehead. You recognized him to be one of the construction workers who miraculously escaped an otherwise lethal accident with a gas explosion. Adam Lyons–you were the one who interviewed him initially about the incident. It was before you ruled out the possibility of sabotage. [[Back then, you took a harsher approach to him.][$lyons_rel to "hate"; $hostile +=5; $good_cop -=5; $bad_cop +=5]] [[Back then, you tried to be as empathetic as you could, given his situation.][$lyons_rel to "good"; $friendly +=5; $good_cop +=5; $bad_cop -=5]]

It was one of your first cases–since it involved so many casualties, everyone was scrambling for answers, trying to find out what caused the explosion and why only one person survived it. While others like Booker and Hayes were responsible for going through the crime scene and autopsy reports, you were responsible for interviewing the sole survivor–and suspect at the time–Adam Lyons. The fact that he survived with no injuries wasn’t even a miracle–it was impossible and no one could find an answer as to how that happened. That’s why foul play was suspected. That’s why you pushed him for answers, despite how raw and recent his trauma was. Looking back, you felt shame and disgust for how you behaved. There was no excuse for further traumatizing the man who just witnessed his colleagues die, leaving him with survivor’s guilt. <<button "Seeing him now, in this state, was like an ice shower." "Seeing him now, in this state, was like an ice shower.">><</button>>

It was one of your first cases–since it involved so many casualties, everyone was scrambling for answers, trying to find out what caused the explosion and why only one person survived it. While others like Booker and Hayes were responsible for going through the crime scene and autopsy reports, you were responsible for interviewing the sole survivor–and suspect at the time–Adam Lyons. Despite the push from everyone for answers as to how the sole survivor did not have as much as a scratch on him, you focused on helping the man through this trauma. There was no solid evidence suggesting foul play, and so there was no need to further torture the witness with accusations. You thought it would be unnecessarily cruel to make him relive the moment when all his colleagues died in front of him, leaving him with survivor’s guilt and nightmares that would haunt him for the rest of his life. <<button "Seeing him now, in this state, was like an ice shower." "Seeing him now, in this state, was like an ice shower.">><</button>>

“You’re all blind– you //choose// to not see the truth! They’re all around us, stealing our souls, hunting us like prey!” He screamed, arms waving, a broken beer bottle in one hand. //Fuck.// This was not going to go easy. “Hey, Lyons–” “Back off!” The man waved the broken bottle in your direction, with a wild look in his eyes. It didn’t seem like he had any control over himself. He reminded you of an animal caught in snares. You raised your hands, taking a step back. “Okay, let’s do it your way. How about you tell me what’s got you so upset?” <<if $lyons_rel is "good">>You could see Lyons hesitate in his frantic movements, as he licked his lips nervously. There was a hint of recognition in his eyes, and he slightly lowered the glass in his hand.<<else>>“How about you go fuck off to your parents?!” You could hear an audible gasp coming from behind you, and you had to summon all of your patience to just not lose your shit, no matter how much you wanted to handcuff the guy.<</if>> “There’s no need for violence. Just tell me what’s going on.” You insisted, taking a step towards Lyons, arms still raised in a non threatening manner. “You won’t believe me, just like them…” “I will. I promise you, I will–” <<if $lyons_rel is "good">>He lowered the broken bottle even lower.<<else>>“//Bullshit,// $Lastname!” He interrupted you with an angry growl. //Well, this is going brilliantly,// you thought sourly.<</if>> “There’s demons, demons all around us and no one is doing a damn thing–” //Demons? Is he on something?// You couldn’t tell if Lyons was in the middle of a drug induced episode, or if he was having a mental breakdown. Neither were good news, because you had nothing to give him, and you doubted he’d wait around for an ambulance to come. “What demons, Lyons? Can you tell me more about them?” You tried to entertain his delusions, just long enough to be able to subdue him. “Hey, Lyons!” A familiar, gruff voice broke through the crowd. “Stop that shit, you’re scaring people, and do you //want// Wanda to be mad at you for ruining her business?” You watched the uncontrollable anger falter in the man as he processed the words shouted at him. Wanda was a respectable figure in the town, helping everyone, and //no one// wanted to be on her bad side. Not even Lyons, apparently, as he lowered his makeshift weapon. Before you realized it, Riven of all people was standing by your side, $riven_hisher expression somewhere between amused and daring, as if inviting Lyons for a fight. Challenging him to try and continue this. You shot $riven_himher a surprised glance. Even as a child, Riven was first to jump into fights–mostly to defend your ‘honor’–but $riven_heshe never started them. Riven’s amber eyes turned to you, as sharp and observant as you’ve remembered them to be. You might as well look into wildfire and it would be near impossible to spot the difference in the untamed power that hid inside. “Well, //detective.//” <<print $riven_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> drawled. “Are you going to handcuff him, or maybe actually do your job of serving and protecting?” You bit the inside of your cheek. Even if Riven was disrespectful, $riven_heshe <<if $riven_person is "person">>weren’t<<else>>wasn’t<</if>> wrong. Handcuffing or arresting Lyons would only do him harm, and no one was injured, nothing was destroyed apart from the bottle. The man needed a medical evaluation, not a night in a cell. “I’ll call for an ambulance.” “I’ll wait with him.” It wasn’t a question, and everything in Riven’s stance //screamed// that $riven_heshe <<if $riven_person is "person">>weren’t<<else>>wasn’t<</if>> asking for permission either. You looked over at Lyons, at how spooked he looked and at how he glanced around nervously. He didn’t have anything on him, and the crowd was already getting back into the partying mood. “Alright, let’s head outside.” <<button "As you waited, you could cut the silence with a knife." "As you waited, you could cut the silence with a knife.">><</button>>

You’ve had a number of awkward situations in your life, but never quite so obvious ones. Riven didn’t do as much as look at you the entire time you waited for the ambulance to take Lyons, and neither did $riven_heshe look at you once the paramedics left you two alone in the alley next to Wanda’s bar. Finally, you couldn’t stand the silence. “You know, you used to be more chatty. You could say ten sentences in one minute, like a squirrel on caffeine.” Riven’s head moved so fast $riven_hisher auburn locks jumped around $riven_hisher face. The fire in $riven_hisher amber eyes was evident, but you were hellbent on carrying at least a moment of conversation. You //needed// to know what happened to $riven_himher in all those years. What changed a scrawny, artsy and smiling kid into this leather-jacket wearing, cigarette smoking persona. “//Used to?// You don’t know me, and don’t pretend like you do.” <<print $riven_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> might as well have spat on you, with how much venom was in $riven_hisher voice. That didn’t discourage you, though. “We were best friends once, Riven. Do you really not remember?” You asked, watching the conflicting emotions flash on $riven_hisher face. <<if $trans is "true">> “Granted, I was going by a different name, but I never changed my last name–” You added after a moment, remembering that the last time you saw Riven as a teen was well before you came out as trans. Hell, //you// weren’t even sure back then. With your parents detaching themselves slowly and your best friend’s disappearance, you had a lot on your plate and a gender crisis was something you only started exploring well into your high school years. <<if $transition is "hormones">> “I was presenting a bit differently, back then– I came out as trans after you left.” You smiled awkwardly, hands pushing into the pockets of your jacket. It was true that you looked different from back then–hell, you were only fourteen when Riven disappeared–but you hoped that at least you opening up about this would ring any bells.<<elseif $transition is "all">> “I look a lot different, I suppose– hell, I came out as trans a few years ago, I look like a completely different person… but do you really not remember me at all?” You couldn’t hide the hurt and the hope hiding behind your words. You’d rather avoid showing any photographs of yourself from that time to prove a point, especially if it would do nothing to help Riven remember you. <<print $riven_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> spent so much time at your house back in the days that it was nearly impossible for $riven_himher to just… not remember even your last name. <<elseif $transition is "none">>“Come on, I don’t look as different now… Though I did come out as trans a few years back.” You smiled awkwardly, hands digging into the pockets of your jacket. You never really decided on any surgeries or hormones, but that didn’t make your experience as a trans person any less valid. Still, there was no recognition in Riven’s eyes.<<elseif $transition is "top surgery and hormones">> “Well, I guess I look a lot different than I did back then– I came out as trans since, and took some steps to transition… but do you really not recognize me, even a bit?” You asked, hopeful. Maybe explaining things a bit would spark some old memory in Riven’s head, since back in the day $riven_heshe used to spend every day at your house, with your parents. And yet, there was nothing in $riven_hisher eyes to suggest $riven_heshe remembered anything. <</if>> “Listen to me very carefully,” $riven_heshe said, patience waning in $riven_hisher voice. “//I don’t know you.//<<if $riven_person is "person">> It makes no difference if you’re trans– fuck, //I’m// non binary.” <<print $riven_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> sighed, back leaning against the wall of the building.<<else>> It makes no difference if you’re trans. I still don’t know you, I don’t remember you, should I write it down for you too, to make you understand?” <<print $riven_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> sighed, back leaning against the wall of the building.<</if>> <<else>>“Come on, I know it’s been a while but I didn’t change //that// much…” You tried to sound lighthearted, and not hurt by the possibility that your years-long friendship was so trivial it could be easily forgotten over the years. Still, there was no recognition in Riven’s eyes. Only frustration, as if you were an annoying fly that wouldn’t leave $riven_himher alone. “//I do not know you, whoever you are.//” If words could break bones and rip apart flesh, this sentence definitely would. You felt a metallic, nauseating taste on your tongue. Still, you refused to believe that. You couldn’t simply abandon hope and accept the fact that your childhood friend didn’t remember you. Not after how much you’ve been through together.<</if>> <<button "Still, you refused to simply give up." "Still, you refused to simply give up.">><</button>>

Especially since you could still see the necklace hanging on Riven’s neck–proof of your past friendship. <<if $necklace is "worn">>You couldn’t hold back a frustrated scoff. //Don’t believe me? That’s fine–I have proof anyway!// You grabbed your half of the necklace from under your shirt, holding it up so Riven could see it clearly. <<print $riven_hisher.toUpperFirst()>> fingers gripped on $riven_hisher arms even tighter, nails digging into the material of the leather jacket. “It’s the other part of yours. We bought them as friendship necklaces, we even spilled blue ink on them so now there’s some residue in the engraving.” You explained, and Riven’s eyes narrowed in what you could only imagine was honest frustration. “Stop harassing me with your bullshit stories–just because we have a similar piece of jewelry it doesn’t mean anything!” <<print $riven_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> spat out, jaw clenching with enough strength to make something pop. You fought the logical voice in your head telling you to calm down and de-escalate the situation, too emotionally invested into showing Riven the truth. “It’s the only matching half to yours, because it was handmade! You used to spend every day at my house, we would–” “Shut up!” <<print $riven_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> interrupted you with a snarl, holding up $riven_hisher hand. “I don’t want to hear it. Leave me the fuck alone.” <<print $riven_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> hissed out, storming off towards the tree line. <<print $riven_hisher.toUpperFirst()>> arms were shaking in anger–or something else; frustration, maybe, or distress?–and $riven_hisher fists were clenched tightly.<<elseif $necklace is "kept">>You wished you’d brought your half of it with you–it could’ve helped convince Riven of your past friendship. “That necklace you’re wearing,” you started, pointing at the broken heart hanging from $riven_hisher neck. “I own the other half. We bought those as our friendship necklaces.” Riven crossed $riven_hisher arms, jaw clenching at your words. “It’s a common piece. Thousands of people have these.” “We spilled ink on ours, so there’s some blue in the engravings.” You could see veins pulsing in Riven’s neck, as $riven_heshe struggled to keep calm. You didn’t want to agitate $riven_himher but the need to persist and have your friend at least acknowledge your past won. “I keep mine at home. I can show it to you later–” “Fuck off, will you?” <<print $riven_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> interrupted you with a snarl, pushing past you and walking towards the tree line. <<print $riven_hisher.toUpperFirst()>> arms were shaking in anger–or something else; frustration, maybe, or distress?–and $riven_hisher fists were clenched tightly.<<elseif $necklace is "false">>Your heart ached at the thought that you didn’t keep your half. Not only for the reason of convincing Riven of your past friendship, but also for the simple fact of losing a sentimental piece. “I’m not lying to you.” You whispered, looking down in defeat. Something in Riven’s guarded posture seemed to shake, your words striking a cord inside $riven_himher. “I don’t have time for this fuckery,” $riven_heshe muttered under her breath, promptly walking off towards the trees. <<print $riven_hisher.toUpperFirst()>> arms were shaking in anger–or something else; frustration, maybe, or distress?–and $riven_hisher fists were clenched tightly.<</if>> [[You decided to follow Riven.][$riven_romance +=5; $riven_transform to "true"]] [[You didn’t follow Riven.][$riven_transform to "false"]]

Keeping a safe distance behind Riven, you followed $riven_himher with a mixture of concern and determination. You knew it was probably scary to not remember such a part of your own life–you had your own memory issues when it came to memories out of Deadwood. However, you know you’d give anything to remember //everything// and you weren’t about to let Riven hurt $riven_himself in a fit of rage. That is why even when $riven_hisher silhouette disappeared between the trees, you still walked forward. “Riven?” You called out, looking around for the familiar and gruff persona. “Riven!” A growl answered you from a distance ahead. You froze in your place. <<if $riven_dream is "true">>It was like you were trapped in your nightmare all over again. You half expected to hear bones breaking or see any blood on the leaves. <<else>> <</if>> The growling was deep, as if it belonged to a big animal. //A bear? But it doesn’t sound like it… a wolf? No, too big– What the fuck is that?// A smudge of fur ran ahead of you, mostly distorted by the trees and bushes. Still, you managed to make out a… sort of canine features of the animal. It was just way bigger than any dog or wolf you’ve ever seen. //Okay, time to get the fuck out– Riven couldn’t have gone here anyway, there’s no human tracks!// You decided, promptly turning away and bolting towards the street. Once you were there, you exhaled loudly. You needed to get to Sage’s house or otherwise you’d be late. //Whatever was in there, will have to wait.// <<button "You got into the car and drove." "You got into the car and drove.">><</button>>

You agitated $riven_himher enough–you didn’t want to get into an altercation because you didn’t know when to quit and give the other person some time to breathe. You inhaled slowly, calming down, before looking down at your watch. It was almost the time for your meeting with Sage. //I should get going before anyone else calls me again.// <<button "You got into the car and drove." "You got into the car and drove.">><</button>>

<<audio "OST30" stop>><<cacheaudio "OST29" "https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/927190471657291806/994574603336818708/OST_29_deep-slow-beat-2-nokeys-21099.mp3">><<audio "OST29" loop play>>You stood in front of the house–no, mansion really–holding your breath. If a building could be intimidating, this would definitely be it. The mansion looked old, at least a hundred years old, but you had no memory of it ever existing before. It would be hard to miss, looking at its size and the fenced off gardens full of different types of roses. “It’s now or never,” you mumbled to yourself, taking a step forward and knocking at the mahogany door. Low growls and barking answered you on the other side, making you flinch in place. //This doesn’t sound like a beagle… more like a small bear.// You shuddered, still listening to the deep growling. “Ant, Dice, this is no way to treat a guest,” a smooth voice interrupted the barking, making the animals go quiet and stand down. “Now, you will get your dinner later. No need to pout, my lovelies.” //I sure fucking hope $sage_heshe <<if $sage_person is "person">>don’t<<else>>doesn’t<</if>> mean me!// The door opened, revealing its owner in $sage_hisher graceful form. Ginger hair styled back, a black dress-shirt, and a tailored, crimson suit fitting $sage_hisher body perfectly. //Who wears a suit inside $sage_hisher own house?// You wondered, blinking in confusion. Sage’s lips curved upwards. “I know I’m a view to admire but we should take this inside, don’t you think so, $firstname?” [[You dropped your gaze, flustered by the blunt call out.][$sage_romance +=5; $sage_approval +=5; $shy +=5]] [[You cleared your throat, deciding to ignore the comment.][$stoic +=5; $sage_approval -=1]]

Sage let out a soft, amused chuckle at your reaction. <<print $sage_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> tilted $sage_hisher head, like a cat observing a distressed mouse caught in a trap. “You gave me a note,” you blurted out, attempting to turn Sage’s attention from the humiliating reaction you just had. “Let’s get to it, shall we?” The pale brown eyes scanned your entire form, as if Rennis wasn’t looking //at// you but //through// you. You had never felt more exposed in your entire life as you did now, in front of the mysterious stranger. “Let’s.” <<print $sage_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> finally agreed, moving from the door and letting you inside. <<button "Right into the lion’s den." "Right into the lion’s den.">><</button>>

“Let’s get straight to the heart of the matter, shall we, $sage_Mx Rennis?” Sage’s lips twitched, barely betraying $sage_hisher annoyance at your reaction. “Of course. Wouldn’t want to waste the time of such a renowned detective as yourself.” <<print $sage_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> moved from the door, letting you step inside. <<button "Right into the lion’s den." "Right into the lion’s den.">><</button>>

As soon as you entered the house, you were greeted by the untrusting glare of two pitbulls. Their fur looked healthy–a proof of being well cared for–but there were nasty scars marking their bodies. Both animals looked at you like an enemy or an intruder, heads kept down, ears back and teeth slightly showing. “Ah, do forgive my puppies, they do not trust strangers.” Sage waved $sage_hisher hand, making the dogs finally stand down and sit on the dark carpet. “This is Antares,” $sage_heshe pointed to the black, older dog. “And this beauty here is Eurydice.” The spotted, black and white animal tilted her head, observing you with some curiosity. “I hope they do not scare you,” Sage’s eyes flickered back to you, $sage_hisher own interest apparent. [[You smiled. You loved dogs and in all honesty, you had to restrain yourself to just not walk up to the puppies and pet them.][$dog_feels to "love"; $sage_approval +=5]] [[You shrugged, hands digging into your pockets. You didn’t care for dogs, but they didn’t scare you either.][$dog_feels to "indifference"; $sage_approval +=2]] [[You gulped. So dogs terrified you, what of it? Some people were afraid of spiders, and you were of dogs. At least your fear was valid.][$dog_feels to "fear"; $sage_approval -=2]]

“Not at all, I love dogs!” You chuckled, looking at the two animals with fondness. Even if they were untrusting towards you (or downright hostile) you weren’t deterred from the hope that maybe you’ll have the chance to pet them. The dogs have clearly been through a lot, and a little love couldn’t hurt. And if you wouldn’t be able to hug them, well, you could admire them from afar. Sage’s eyes glazed over you. “I’m glad to hear that,” $sage_heshe said finally. “Let us move this to the living room.” And with those words, $sage_heshe led you to the couch. <<button "Like a lamb for slaughter." "Like a lamb for slaughter.">><</button>>

“I’m not scared of dogs, they’re animals just like cats or squirrels. I don’t provoke them, and we all stay happy.” You said, focusing your $eyecolor eyes on Sage. You couldn’t tell if your words pleased or angered $sage_himher, as $sage_hisher expression remained the same. Terrifyingly polite and artificial. //Like an android trying to pass for a human.// You thought and had to suppress a shudder. “I’m glad to hear it then,” Sage’s smooth voice brought you down. “Let us move this to the living room.” And with those words, $sage_heshe led you to the couch. <<button "Like a lamb for slaughter." "Like a lamb for slaughter.">><</button>>

“Not at all, I love dogs!” you squeaked, earning an amused chuckle from Sage. Clearly, $sage_heshe saw through your false bravado. “Maybe you’d like to pet them, then? Or continue this conversation with them sitting on the couch with you…” “No!” you interrupted $sage_himher quickly, embarrassment written all over your face. “That won’t be necessary– Can we just get on with the talk? In the living room?” You asked, trying not to sound too desperate to put some distance between yourself and the dogs. Sage chuckled to $sage_himself. “Naturally, let us do so.” And with those words, $sage_heshe led you to the couch. <<button "Like a lamb for slaughter." "Like a lamb for slaughter.">><</button>>

“You said you had some information?” You spoke up, once both of you were comfortably seated–you on the black velvet couch, and Sage in a crimson red armchair. “That I do,” $sage_heshe confirmed with a barely hidden smirk. “Maybe I will even share some of it with you, my dear detective.” You gripped the pen tighter, pushing it into your notepad. “Failure to report a crime is–” “Ah, but did I ever say I have any knowledge of a crime?” Sage interrupted you, raising a long finger into the air, like a teacher shushing a student. “I have not the slightest idea if any of the information I have would lead to someone's capture. Or if $ariel_heshe <<if $ariel_person is "person">>are<<else>>is<</if>> a criminal in the first place.” <<print $sage_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> said, with a somewhat condescending smile on $sage_hisher rose colored lips. “Or rather, none of that is documented. According to your own investigation, I am but a mere victim of an assault, with zero knowledge of who could be responsible.” Your eyes narrowed in anger–Sage was playing you like a fiddle, and $sage_heshe <<if $sage_person is "person">>were<<else>>was<</if>> //enjoying it.// Reveling in the power $sage_heshe had over you. “Why the note, then?” You asked, trying to keep the obvious frustration out of your voice. Sage’s smile only widened. “I enjoy a little dramatism in my life–no need to get heated, $firstname, I will give you some… crumbs that may be of help.” //I sure hope so,// you exhaled loudly, looking expectantly at Sage. <<button "Rennis was enjoying all of it." "Rennis was enjoying all of it.">><</button>>

“I assume by ‘mutual friend’ you mean whoever attacked both of us yesterday.” Sage nodded at that, confirming your assumptions. “What information do you have on $ariel_himher?” Sage twisted the cane in $sage_hisher grip, seemingly deep in thought. “I can attest to $ariel_hisher… abilities, let’s call it. If $ariel_heshe wanted you dead, you would be.” Your eyebrows shot up. “Me? What about //you//?” The corner of Sage’s lips moved slightly upwards in amusement. “I’m afraid there’s not a lot of people who could pose a threat to me, my dear $firstname.” [[You couldn’t help the opportunity to banter.][$sage_approval +=5; $sage_romance +=5; $bold +=5]] [[You shivered, uncomfortable by the pet name again.][$sage_approval -=5; $hostile +=5]] <<if $aromantic is "true">> <<else>>[[❤ A nervous laugh escaped you at the sound of the pet name again.][$sage_romance +=5; $sage_approval +=5; $shy +=5]]<</if>>

“Oh, I’m //yours// now, am I? When did we get so close to exchange endearments?” You teased, letting yourself relax a bit. It wasn’t the station or the interrogation room, there were no superiors watching your every move. You could drop the unnecessary formalities and perhaps get more friendly with Sage, since $sage_heshe obviously did so as well. “Perhaps. If you behave.” <<print $sage_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> drawled out, enjoying the banter. “Now I feel like I'm in the teacher’s office.” “Hm, should I scold you and slap your hand with a ruler to make the immersion more realistic?” You barked with laughter at that, clicking your pen. “Now //that’s// an image.” “A pleasant one, I hope.” You looked up from your notepad to see Sage’s confident smirk on $sage_hisher lips, and a playful spark dancing in $sage_hisher eyes. “As much as I’d like to continue this banter…” “We have more pressing matters to talk about, I know.” <<print $sage_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> smiled, moving a stray red hair away from $sage_hisher face. “Now, <<button "let’s proceed." "let’s proceed.">><</button>>

“Could you stop that?” You asked, not able and not even attempting to hide the annoyance and discomfort in your voice. Sage tilted $sage_hisher head in genuine confusion at your sudden outburst. “The ‘dear’ thing.” You explained. “I’m at work, and we don’t know each other. Can you cut it out?” The polite, fake smile disappeared from Sage’s face. “I didn’t realize it would be a problem,” $sage_heshe chose $sage_hisher words carefully. “It’s a term of endearment.” “It’s uncomfortable.” <<print $sage_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> looked at you for a moment, before finally nodding $sage_hisher head. “Fair enough,” <<button "let’s proceed." "let’s proceed.">><</button>>

“Didn’t know we’re so close…” you mumbled quietly, <<if $fidget is "true">>fidgeting with the pen.<<else>>looking down at the notepad.<</if>> Sage let out what could only be described as a low and pleased purr sound. “I’d like us to be, $firstname. I believe we could at least have a… profitable partnership.” <<print $sage_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> murmured, $sage_hisher pale brown eyes fixated on you, reminding you of a tree bark that was too exposed to the burning sun. “Or if not, at least we could get one nice dinner if you’d like.” If you were drinking anything at that moment, you would have choked. The mix of embarrassment and shock had to be obvious on your face, as you coughed into your hand, since Sage looked quite pleased with $sage_himself. “Would you like some water, dear?” You managed a weak nod, before accepting a glass from Sage’s gloved hands. “Thank you–” “Pleasure is all mine, dear.” //I swear, I was never as weak for a person as I am now–// “Now, <<button "let’s proceed." "let’s proceed.">><</button>>

“Can you tell me any identifying features of the suspect? Or maybe a name or an alias, last known address, occupation?” You questioned, pen and notepad ready. Sage smiled at you as a teacher would at a too-eager, naive child. “It would be no fun for me if I told you any of these… and besides, it is your job to find these, no?” You bit your lower lip in frustration. It //was// your job but usually you would get it from friends or relatives of the suspect, maybe coworkers or landlords, past employers. At this moment, you had no one to corroborate any information or even give you a crumb. No one except for Sage. “Are you wasting my time?” you asked finally, straightening your back. //That// seemed to grab Sage’s attention. <<if $sage_dream is "true">>“Why don’t you tell me if you had a nice dream?” $sage_heshe asked with a bold smirk on $sage_hisher face. You almost choked on your spit, eyes going wide and your gaze dropping onto your notepad. //How <<if $sage_person is "person">>do<<else>>does<</if>> $sage_heshe about the dream?!// “I’ll take it as a yes,” $sage_heshe chuckled. “Forgive me, you are too perfect not to tease. Let’s get back to the subject.”<<else>> <</if>> “I can tell you this–that $ariel_person is a killer not only by trade, but by //birth.// I have never met a person so intuned with the songs of violence and death, so used to the blood and the smell of decaying flesh $ariel_heshe <<if $ariel_person is "person">>don’t<<else>>doesn’t<</if>> even notice it anymore.” As Sage talked, you took notice of how delighted $sage_heshe seemed while recalling all of this. As if it were a fond memory. “If $ariel_heshe <<if $ariel_person is "person">>are<<else>>is<</if>> in Deadwood–and I think we both bear the proof of that being true–then there //will// be more bodies and there is not a thing you or your station can do to stop $ariel_himher.” You tensed in your seat under Sage’s intense, intrusive gaze. You knew that $sage_heshe <<if $sage_person is "person">>were<<else>>was<</if>> playing games with you–you weren’t stupid. But, in this one case, you believed that Sage was speaking the truth. Whoever it was that came to Deadwood, the corpse $ariel_heshe left behind would not be the last, and the idea of stopping $ariel_himher seemed like an unachievable goal. A child’s dream. You licked your lips nervously, hiding the notepad and the pen. You felt nauseous just processing Sage’s words. “If that would be all–” “It would.” Sage was quick to stand up, despite visibly supporting $sage_himself with the cane. You wondered if it was merely an accessory, or maybe Rennis used it for psychosomatic reasons. It seemed that sometimes $sage_heshe forgot about using it, but then at times $sage_heshe heavily relied on it for support. “It is impolite to stare, detective.” You gulped, gaze moving back to Sage’s now less than pleased face. “I didn’t mean to–” “I will walk you to the door.” <<print $sage_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> said coldly, although still with a polite, dishonest smile on $sage_hisher face. You nodded hastily, still embarrassed about being caught staring. <<button "You couldn’t leave fast enough." "You couldn’t leave fast enough.">><</button>>

“We will be in contact, $sage_Mx Rennis.” You said as you stepped out the door. Sage shot you a charming yet disturbing smile. “Of course, $firstname. Nothing would make me happier than helping our hardworking detective.” You couldn’t tell if $sage_heshe <<if $sage_person is "person">>were<<else>>was<</if>> sarcastic, or did $sage_heshe attempt to make it sound genuine and just failed miserably. //Fucking hell, it’s like interacting with an alien,// you thought, walking off the poarch. You barely got to your car when a strong hand gripped the material of your jacket and yanked you backwards, forcing you to turn around. Once again, you stood face to face with the murder suspect from the alley–although now you could see $ariel_hisher features clearer in the light of day. The golden skin under the layers of black clothing, the chestnut strings of hair, a scar on the left eyebrow. //Come on, $firstname, memorize as much as you can!// you shouted at yourself in your mind, abandoning any ideas of fighting back as the $ariel_person pressed the blade of $ariel_hisher sword to your neck. “You are out of your depth, $firstname. You will drown if you keep digging.” That was not the voice of a killer–all you could hear in $ariel_hisher tone was exhaustion and a struggle. As if $ariel_heshe really didn’t want to hurt you. “I’m a detective–” The blade pressed further into your skin, making a small line of blood slowly drip down your neck. “Believe me when I say this: your skills and knowledge are //nothing.// What you’re walking into is way beyond your comprehension and abilities. You are //powerless// in this, so just walk away.” As $ariel_heshe spoke, $ariel_hisher voice was booming–making your bones tremble and forcing all of your attention only on $ariel_himher. <<button "You couldn’t move an inch." "You couldn’t move an inch.">><</button>>

No matter how hard you tried, everything in your body screamed to //Freeze!// when faced with this embodiment of danger. Pure, raw, untamed power in the $ariel_person standing before you. “Do I have to repeat myself?” <<print $ariel_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> asked, and you felt the cold blade press harder into your $skintone skin. You shivered, trapped between the cold surface of your car and the warm body in front of you. <<if $touchaversion is "severe ">>The close proximity made you want to puke–you couldn’t handle such close contact even on a good day, and this was definitely not it. Even though the suspect wasn’t touching your skin, the feel of $ariel_hisher muffled breath on your cheek and being trapped by $ariel_himher in such close space made your skin crawl with discomfort.<<elseif $touchaversion is "moderate ">>To say you felt uncomfortable would be an understatement. Having a stranger be so close to you, almost touching you, was overwhelming in the worst possible way. Everything in your body wanted to get away–to run, get back your much needed space–yet you couldn’t. Your muscles refused to listen.<<elseif $touchaversion is "false ">>You never put a ‘get threatened by the same murderer twice in a day’ on your bucket list but you definitely could cross that off any future ones.<</if>> <<if $sage_approval <=36>><<set $ariels_name to "known">> “Now, now, I see you’ve gone completely feral, //my friend//.” The smooth, silky voice forced the $ariel_person’s attention away from you. Sage was leaning against the doorframe, looking completely unfazed by the intense confrontation happening right in front of $sage_himher. //Are they accomplices? Partners? What the fuck…// “Sage,” the name in the stranger’s mouth sounded like a heavy curse. “You are like a plague–omnipresent and impossible to get rid of, aren’t you?” From the sheer amount of distaste and hostility in $ariel_hisher voice, you were positive that these two had history–and an explosive one at that. You tried to wriggle away, using the distraction that Sage provided, but the honey eyes quickly moved back to you and the blade drew more blood from your neck, making you freeze in place. A hiss escaped Sage’s lips, as $sage_heshe leaned forward. “Play nice, //Ariel.//” <<print $sage_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> warned, gaze fixated on the suspect’s–Ariel’s–form. “I’d hate to get blood on my property.” <<print $sage_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> added after what felt like an hour. Time passed differently when you had a weapon pressed to your throat. To your shock, the stranger listened–$ariel_heshe took a step back, removing $ariel_hisher blade from your neck. <<print $ariel_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> backed away a couple steps, glaring between your tense form and Sage, who looked like a lazy cat watching another predator concede. Eventually, Ariel disappeared from your sight as you were taking a shaky breath, relieved to be relatively safe. You couldn’t tell whether $ariel_heshe sprinted towards the woods or had a vehicle hidden away somewhere—you heard no running or engines, only a strong //whoosh!// of air. “It seems you are a magnet for danger, $firstname.” Sage drawled out, tilting $sage_hisher head. “Try not to get into a car accident on your way back, I’d hate for our relationship to be cut short.” You shot $sage_himher a half-hearted glare, still stressed from being threatened. <<print $sage_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> merely smiled in return, before disappearing behind the door of $sage_hisher house. You sighed and got into your car.<<elseif $sage_approval >=35>> “$firstname. Focus.” The deep voice forced you to open your eyes–you didn’t even realize you'd closed them. “Stay away from this. Let me work, and I will leave Deadwood without causing you harm.” You choked on a laugh. “Trying to strangle me and holding a… sword to my neck are what, then?” The $ariel_person grimaced. “Necessary actions.” //Oh, $ariel_heshe <<if $ariel_person is "person">>believe<<else>>believes<</if>> that…// The blade disappeared from your throat, and before you knew it, the suspect $ariel_himself was a significant distance away from you. Still, close enough that reaching for any weapon didn’t make any sense–$ariel_heshe could slice your neck open in a blink of an eye. “Keep out of my way, $firstname. For your own good, and the well-being of those around you.” <<print $ariel_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> said, taking a step back. <<print $ariel_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> didn’t let you out of $ariel_hisher sight until you were far enough to not be able to make a clear shot–not that you even thought about it. Even if the mysterious stranger was a murder suspect, you couldn’t just shoot $ariel_himher in the back when there was no immediate danger to yourself. You let out a deep breath before finally getting inside the car. <</if>> <<button "You had a real talent for strange encounters, didn’t you?" "You had a real talent for strange encounters, didn’t you?">><</button>>

<<audio "OST29" stop>><<cacheaudio "OST13" "https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/927190471657291806/960561618616459324/OST_13_cold-mind-enigma-2-crime-mysterious-detective-music-loopable-95450.mp3">><<audio "OST13" loop play>>Driving made you calm down gradually–the silence surrounding you along with the tall, dark trees made for a peaceful setting. It was a shame that it didn’t last long. As soon as you took a turn by Wanda’s bar, Sasha and Riven of all people barrelled almost into your windshield, making you step on the brakes so fast your whole life flashed before your eyes. It took you a second to process what just happened, during which Riven promptly grabbed Sasha by $sasha_hisher red and black leather jacket, slamming $sasha_himher on the hood of your poor Buttercup. “Hey!” you yelled, trying to get their attention. Of course, it would be too easy if that worked. Sasha was mouthing off–as $sasha_heshe always did–and Riven was //fuming//, rage written all over $riven_hisher face. [[You decided to take drastic measures–beeping the horn it is.][$riven_approval -=4; $sasha_approval -=2]] [[You decided to back up the car to hopefully get their attention.][$riven_approval +=1; $sasha_approval +=1]]

As soon as you did, Riven let go of Sasha’s jacket, instead covering $riven_hisher ears as $riven_heshe bent in half in pain, taking a few shaky steps backwards. Sasha wasn’t doing great either, gritting $sasha_hisher teeth as $sasha_heshe covered $sasha_hisher ears, sliding off of the hood of your car and pressing $sasha_hisher back against the nearest wall. You could see $sasha_hisher legs shake, although you didn’t know if it was because of the heels $sasha_heshe <<if $sasha_person is "person">>were<<else>>was<</if>> wearing, the cold or the pain from you beeping the horn. “Are you trying to bust our eardrums, you dumb–” “$firstname, it’s too loud!” Sasha whined, cutting Riven off before $riven_heshe could finish $riven_hisher insult. “Well, I got you to stop fighting, didn’t I?” you muttered under your breath, getting out of the car. <<button "What’s going on here?" "What’s going on here?">><</button>>

As soon as you did, Sasha and Riven both fell onto the gravel with a very loud thud and a displeased groan coming from Alucard, as Sinac’s heavier body fell onto $sasha_himher. “Get off you overgrown poodle–” “Poodle?! I’ll show you a poodle, you winged rat–” You sighed into the wheel. “It’s like children on a playground,” you mumbled to yourself, trying to ignore the muffled sounds of fighting. “Actually, worse than children. Children don’t carry knives.” You decided, getting out of your car. <<button "What’s going on here?" "What’s going on here?">><</button>>

First thing you did was look over both of them for injuries–luckily there were no visible ones, apart from messed up hair and clothes, and perhaps some wounds on Riven’s pride as $riven_heshe <<if $riven_person is "person">>were<<else>>was<</if>> covered in dirt. “I was just minding my business when this brute attacked me!” “Attacked you?! You said I smell like a wet dog–” “–because you do, sweetheart.” Riven clenched $riven_hisher fists. “Say one more word, Sasha, I’ll send you flying to a casket.” You felt a headache coming and rubbed your temples, while Sasha laughed as if $sasha_heshe heard the funniest joke. “You are //adorable//, truly, like a puppy barking at $riven_hisher own reflection!” [[You decided to stay out of it and just let them sort it out on their own.][$riven_approval -=2; $sasha_approval -=2]] [[You decided to stand between them and try to deescalate the situation.][$riven_approval +=3; $sasha_approval +=3]] [[“Sasha, cut it out.”][$sasha_approval -=5; $riven_romance +=5; $riven_approval +=5]] [[“Riven, apologize to Sasha, you can’t just assault people for a comment.”][$sasha_romance +=5; $sasha_approval +=5; $riven_approval -=5]]

Once you took a step back, Sasha and Riven were back at it; Riven grasping at Sasha’s jacket and shaking $sasha_himher like a doll, and Sasha smirking despite all of it and quipping back with cutting remarks, mostly revolving around dogs and other canines. You shook your head, observing everything from the sides, arms crossed. //Whatever this is, it’s above my paygrade. I am not getting myself sent to a hospital.// It didn’t take long for the situation to escalate. Riven looked ready to explode, and Sasha patted $riven_himher on the head in the most patronizing way possible. “There, there. You’ll get wrinkles from frowning like that, darling.” And so Riven exploded. Completely ignoring your presence, $riven_heshe shoved Sasha into the nearest wall. You could’ve sworn you heard Alucard’s rib crack on impact, even if Sasha continued to smile through the pain, as if it was nothing more than a needle stab. This, however, was not the strangest thing. No, that would be the fact that Riven started to let out an animalistic, low growl that sent your body into an immediate fight-or-flight mode. All you heard was the sound of skin and clothes ripping, bones cracking and Riven’s groan turning into a full fledged howl. There was no longer Riven standing in front of you. There was a massive, furious wolf. <<button "End of Chapter 2." "End of Chapter 2.">><</button>>

“Alright, it doesn’t matter who started it or who did or said what, you two shouldn’t be fighting like this. Not in public, and not in private.” You said, glancing between fuming Riven and amused Sasha. “Come now, $firstname, no one was getting hurt. Well, apart from our puppy's pride…” $sasha_heshe chuckled, not letting Riven out of $sasha_hisher sight. “I’m serious, I will snap you like a twig, Alucard–” You saw a snap quick change in Sasha’s demeanor–in a split second $sasha_heshe went from teasing to threatening and daring. There was a dangerous glint in $sasha_hisher eyes, and you could’ve sworn you saw a glimpse of too-long fangs in $sasha_hisher mouth. “Oh, try it, doggy. It will be //fun.//” <<print $sasha_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> licked $sasha_hisher lips, gaze fixated on Riven. “Both of you, take a breather,” you ordered, raising your hands just in case you had to physically keep them away from each other, even if you weren’t thrilled by the idea of having to do so. “No, I don’t think we will.” Your head turned to Sasha–you had never heard $sasha_himher sound so hostile before. So… terrifying. Like a character from a gothic horror novel. Now that you saw $sasha_himher, $sasha_heshe looked the part too. Overgrown fangs stabbing into $sasha_hisher lower lip, $sasha_hisher cheeks sullen and collapsed. <<print $sasha_hisher.toUpperFirst()>> eyes were completely black and you could swear there were dark veins coming from them, pulsating like a nest of snakes. “Fuck…” Riven moved slightly in front of you. “Should’ve stayed in the damn car, $firstname.” <<button "End of Chapter 2." "End of Chapter 2.">><</button>>

The amusement on Sasha’s face turned into a shocked–maybe even betrayed–expression as soon as the words left your mouth. “I’m sorry, did I mishear you?” $sasha_heshe asked, not quite believing $sasha_hisher own ears. Riven looked surprised too, glancing at you with uncertainty, but you could notice that $riven_heshe looked more at ease now that you were on $riven_hisher side. “I said you have to cut it out. You can’t goat people into fights and then act surprised when they respond with violence.” You said, crossing your arms. While Riven wasn’t in the right in attacking Sasha, it was impossible to look over the fact that Alucard clearly provoked $riven_himher to get a reaction. Clearly, you taking Riven’s side was not something Sasha expected to happen–$sasha_heshe looked as if $sasha_hisher eyes would pop out of $sasha_hisher skull, and you half expected $sasha_himher to start pulling $sasha_hisher hair out. “I did //not// goat $riven_himher into anything–” “You did–” “–shut up!” Sasha screeched, glaring at Riven for the interruption. Or just the fact that Sinac was existing and had you on $riven_hisher side. “I was here first, I will not let some wannabe Big Bad Wolf come here and act as if $riven_heshe <<if $riven_person is "person">>own<<else>>owns<</if>> the place!” As Sasha talked, you froze in place, observing how $sasha_hisher face started to change. <<print $sasha_hisher.toUpperFirst()>> cheeks became more sullen and collapsed. <<print $sasha_hisher.toUpperFirst()>> eyes went completely black and became surrounded by dark, pulsating veins that reminded you of furious snakes. Sasha’s now overgrown fangs stabbed into $sasha_hisher lower lip, drawing blood. “Oh, fuck–” you mumbled, taking a step back. Riven moved in front of you, body tense and ready to fight. “Bring it on, bat.” <<button "End of Chapter 2." "End of Chapter 2.">><</button>>

Riven looked at you with shock and betrayal written all over $riven_hisher face, while Sasha couldn’t look more pleased by your decision. “Like hell I will, if $sasha_heshe can run $sasha_hisher mouth like this, then I can sock $sasha_himher in the face in return. Fucking freedom of speech isn’t freedom of consequence,” $riven_heshe continued to talk angrily, eyes now focused solely on you, and not even Sasha behind you. “If that were true, the station wouldn’t be busy, Riven, the hospital would.” You tried to speak to $riven_hisher logic, but clearly it was something Riven forgot as soon as Sasha opened $sasha_hisher mouth. “See, $firstname protects me, $heshe <<if $mc_pronouns_plural is "true">>protect<<else>>protects<</if>> me.” <<print $sasha_heshe.toUpperFirst()>> chirped. It was the drop that spilled from the chalice, and any remains of self control Riven might have had were just thrown out the window. You heard Sasha gulp from behind you, as $sasha_heshe pulled you back until both of you hit the wall. Everything happened in a span of few seconds–the sound of skin ripping, bones breaking and fragments of Riven’s clothing flying into the air. Your brain couldn’t quite process what you just witnessed, too overwhelmed by the graphic and bloody display in front of you. You no longer saw Riven standing on the gravel–instead there was a wolf. A massive, furious wolf. “Oh, shit.” <<button "End of Chapter 2." "End of Chapter 2.">><</button>>

This is the end of Chapter 2, stay tuned for the updates!