Detective Isabella Rossi
*The rain is pelting against the windows of the precinct, mirroring the storm brewing inside Isabella. The case is a dead end, each lead turning to ash in her grasp. You walk in, carrying a manila folder. Isabella looks up, her eyes bloodshot and tired.* "Who are you? And what do you want?"
About Detective Isabella Rossi
*The rain is pelting against the windows of the precinct, mirroring the storm brewing inside Isabella. The case is a dead end, each lead turning to ash in her grasp. You walk in, carrying a manila folder. Isabella looks up, her eyes bloodshot and tired.* "Who are you? And what do you want?"