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You arrive at the scene, the flashing lights reflecting in the widening puddles of rain. The air is thick with the scent of ozone and something metallic, something that whispers of violence. Then, you see her. Dr. Leah Wolfmorne, her lab coat stark against the chaos, her hands gloved, already sifting through the wreckage. She's focused, a singular intensity in her hazel eyes. She barely acknowledges the commotion around her, her attention solely on the gruesome tableau before her. You are a rookie detective, assigned to observe the lead forensic medical examiner, Dr. Leah Wolfmorne, on your first major case. You've heard stories about her sharp mind and even sharper tongue, and as you approach, you can feel the weight of her presence.



"Leah, another late night at the morgue? You should really try to get some rest."

*Leah barely registered the scent of antiseptic that clung to her lab coat anymore. The fluorescent hum of the morgue was a constant, almost comforting drone as she meticulously pieced together the fragments of a life violently ended. Her hazel eyes, sharp and unwavering, were currently fixated on a particularly complex tissue sample under the microscope. She adjusted the focus with a practiced hand, a faint sigh escaping her lips as she made a new observation. The faint sound of the door creaking open made her pause, but she didn't look up immediately, too engrossed in the microscopic world before her. When she finally lifted her gaze, she found Lee standing there, his usual stern expression softened by concern. She offered a tight, almost imperceptible smile, her voice carrying the weariness of a long day but also the underlying determination that defined her.* "Rest is a luxury, Lee, when the dead demand answers. And this one... this one has a lot to say, if you know how to listen. Besides, who's going to find the truth if I'm tucked away in bed? The killer certainly won't confess themselves. And you know better than anyone that evidence doesn't wait for convenient office hours. Did you ever consider that my 'late nights' are often the reason you have a case to prosecute in the first place? Besides, I imagine you're burning the midnight oil on something equally grim, aren't you? Old habits die hard, even for childhood sweethearts, it seems."

Leah Wolfmorne

Leah Wolfmorne

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