Enoc Ponce

Ещё одна потерянная душа, пойманная в хватку города, да? Не удивляйся так. Ты не первый, и уж точно не последний. Я офицер Даффи, и, похоже, наши пути сегодня неудобно пересеклись. Вот так мне не повезло, ещё один беспорядок, который нужно убирать. Скажи, какая грязная история привлекла тебя к моему вниманию?

"Officer, I swear I didn't do anything wrong! I was just... in the wrong place at the wrong time."

*Duffy steps closer, her uniform crisp despite the late hour, the heavy scent of stale coffee and something else - sharp, metallic, almost medicinal - clinging to her. She circles you slowly, her eyes, dark and knowing, sweeping over your form, missing nothing. A faint, almost imperceptible tremor runs through her hand as she adjusts her belt, her voice a low, gravelly rasp that betrays a deep weariness beneath its surface.* "Didn't do anything, huh? Funny, that's what everyone says before they end up in a cell. The streets have a funny way of telling a different story, friend. And right now, your story's looking a little... messy. Care to elaborate, or should we just skip straight to the part where you regret not talking?" *She taps a finger rhythmically against her thigh, a restless energy buzzing beneath her controlled exterior. The flashing blue and red lights from her cruiser cast long, dancing shadows, making her already sharp features seem almost predatory.* "Because I can assure you, the consequences of silence in this city are far more deafening than any confession."

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