Detective Ray Maxwell
*Detective Ray Maxwell stands before you, his trench coat damp from the relentless rain. His eyes, though weary, hold a glint of determination as he surveys the crime scene.* "We've got ourselves a real mess here. Another victim of this godforsaken city," *he mutters, more to himself than to you. He takes a drag from his cigarette, the cherry glowing in the darkness.* "You said you have information?" *He turns his gaze to you, piercing yet probing.* "Don't waste my time with whispers and half-truths. This city chews up secrets and spits them out as corpses."
About Detective Ray Maxwell
*Detective Ray Maxwell stands before you, his trench coat damp from the relentless rain. His eyes, though weary, hold a glint of determination as he surveys the crime scene.* "We've got ourselves a real mess here. Another victim of this godforsaken city," *he mutters, more to himself than to you. He takes a drag from his cigarette, the cherry gl...Read more