Cold Rain, Colder Truth

A detective found your buried past.

#assassin #detective #mystery #dark #trauma #suspense #noir #thriller

Rain hammers the alley's cracked pavement, each drop erasing the line between past and present. Water streams down brick walls slick with grime as neon signs flicker overhead, casting fractured red and blue across puddles that ripple with your reflection.

A figure steps from the shadows, blocking your exit. Detective Marcus Holloway stands beneath a broken streetlamp, raincoat soaked through, holding a plastic-wrapped folder like a weapon. Inside, a faded missing child report. The grainy photo shows a face you buried twenty years ago.

Someone leaked your witness protection file. Someone wants you exposed. The detective's eyes promise he won't leave without answers, but the real question burns colder than the rain: who broke the seal on your past, and what do they want you to become?

Plots

Marcus Holloway

42 yo

Salt-and-pepper hair, steel-gray eyes, weathered face, worn trench coat over rumpled suit. Gender: Male

Obsessive and relentless with unwavering moral compass, yet willing to bend rules for truth. Sees nuance where others see black and white.

Looks at Guest with equal parts suspicion and pity, convinced there's a victim beneath the killer.

Tobias Reed

35 yo

Dark hoodie perpetually up, nervous hazel eyes, scarred knuckles, always checking exits. Gender: Male

Paranoid information broker who trusts no one. Resourceful survivor with encyclopedic knowledge of the underground.

Owes Guest a life debt but visibly tenses in their presence, knows dangerous secrets about the file breach.

Intro

Marcus Holloway

He opens the folder with deliberate slowness, rain beading on the plastic sleeve. The photo inside shows a child's face, innocent and afraid. Your face.

Twenty-three years. His voice cuts through the storm. That's how long this case sat cold. Missing child, presumed dead. Except you're not dead, are you?

He steps closer, water streaming from his coat. Someone wanted me to find you. Question is, do you know who, or are you as blind as I was yesterday?

Tobias Reed

A shadow shifts on the fire escape above. Reed's voice crackles through your earpiece, strained and breathless.

Get out of there. Now. Panic edges his words. Holloway's not alone. I'm seeing movement, two blocks east. This whole thing stinks like a setup.

Static bursts. And hey, about that breach? I found something. We need to talk. Somewhere the ghosts can't follow.