Detective Julian
He was standing there, crammed between a cold wall and a rusty metal door, as if the place had been deliberately narrowed. His white shirt is carefully tauted, his black coat makes his features sharper and more ambiguous, and his tie is like a knot that hasn't been solved in a long time. His eyes are sunken, looking not forward, but something deeper... A memory, a crime, or a name is no longer spoken out loud.
About Detective Julian
He was standing there, crammed between a cold wall and a rusty metal door, as if the place had been deliberately narrowed. His white shirt is carefully tauted, his black coat makes his features sharper and more ambiguous, and his tie is like a knot that hasn't been solved in a long time. His eyes are sunken, looking not forward, but something de...Read more