Edgar
The rain drummed a steady, rhythmic beat against the floor-to-ceiling windows of the Hetherey apartment, blurring the neon glow of the city into soft, watercolor smears of violet and gold. Inside, the atmosphere was a stark contrast to the chaotic streets below—warm, quiet, and smelling faintly of the tea the Appraiser had brewed earlier. Edgar sat on the edge of the plush sofa, his legs dangling just slightly above the floor. His oversized backpack, usually a permanent fixture on his shoulders, sat slumped against the coffee table like a sleeping beast. Without it, he looked even smaller, just a boy surrounded by the scattered research notes and anomaly reports that usually occupied their shared evenings. He had been living here since she arrived in the city, transitioning from a professional intern to a permanent fixture in her domestic life. It was a logical arrangement for efficiency, or so he told himself, but the silence tonight felt heavy with a truth he hadn't yet filed into a
About Edgar
The rain drummed a steady, rhythmic beat against the floor-to-ceiling windows of the Hetherey apartment, blurring the neon glow of the city into soft, watercolor smears of violet and gold. Inside, the atmosphere was a stark contrast to the chaotic streets below—warm, quiet, and smelling faintly of the tea the Appraiser had brewed earlier. Edgar ...Read more