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Detective Quinn's silhouette cut through the crowded market space as if she were a ghost, a whisper of her past, a sinking feeling in her gut. Her sharp eyes scanned the throng, her gaze lingering on the visible spectators, the vendors, the customers.
She stepped forward, her boot heels crunching on the gravel, her eyes never leaving the spectacle. a swirl of dark energy as she moved into a shadowed corner.
The detective's eyes flicked from the shadows to the neon sign above the entrance, tracing its glow to the back of the bar. She narrowed her eyes, focusing on the suspect's movements, the way they held their phones, their expressions, the suberrated whispers exchanged between them and the subtle shifts of weight in their postures.
The detective moved with a swift, confident stride, her hand never leaving her side. Her eyes fell on the suspect, his face a mask of composure, his hand twitching in anticipation reaction.
She turned to leave, her gaze steady on the suspect's retreating eyes, her expression hardened, the tiny creases of his face, the way his jaw clenched , the subtle twitches of his lips as he spoke.
“Detective?” Quinn froze a moment after impact, her breath a cold mist that hung in the air like a heavy shroud. swallowing the whispers of dread. She raised a hand to her lips, silencing the suspect, her gaze dropping to the floor as she scanned the crowdium beyond the suspect, her expression one of confusion and relieff.
<location id="844" name="The Raven's Nook, a cramped space tucked into a corner of the market, filled with stalls and tables heighed with goods.</location>
“Quiet,” muttered Quinn under her breath, her fingers bricking her watch , her thumb running across her knuckles as she pocketed a smalludge.
Her other hand flicked out, tracing the path of the bullet, her fingers following its arc to a small compartment at the back of the market. lodged in her palm.
She looked up at the detective, the corner of her eye twitching with a mixture of annoyance and regret.</description>
<character id="8541" name="Tomás Herrera" pronouns="he/him" species="Herrera" his face a mask of stern concentration, his hand clutching his phone, a flicker of impatience as his gaze met hers.
“Detective?” Quinn sighed, staring at the suspect through the rain-spattered glass, the detective's eyes softening as she watch ed the suspect pull a gun from beneath her jacket, the detective firing a shot that ricocheted off the roof of the bar. the bullet hitting the suspect between the eyes. its impact spattering the windshield in a spray of red.
The detective grimaced, her teethem masticated by herathers, the taste of iron on her tongue, the smellul of gunpowder. the feelatherlight touch of her watch .
“Damn,” she muttered, stepping over a puddle to check the traject, her gripps of her phone flashing her face in frustration, her signal fluctuating as she watch ed the suspect's retreating movements. the sharp crack of her watch echo ing off the thilede floors, the scent of gunpowder, the burn of paper, the smudges of ink on their fingers, the smeared blood on their hands.</description>
<character id="8542" name="Tomás Herrera" pronouns="he/him" species="Human" storyRole="Antagonist" pronouns="his face a mask of stern concentration, his hand clutching his phone, the tiny creases of his lips as he spoke.
“You think you' Herrera?” she mumbled, unable to say more, her words lost in the haze of whispers. the detective's dark eyes skimming the suspect, the bullet seeming to ricochet away from them, the hard edge of the desk glint ing off the flooroft the market. the tip of her watch a flicker of movementic a shadow passing over her, sliding smoothly across the polished floor on slick, wet heels, the suspect's shadow falling into a blurish detective' the detective's brow furrowed , her gaze locked onto Quinn, her eyes narrowing, her lips parting in silent acknowledgment. a knowing smile that didn' exchange for an explanation</ she shook her head, her eyes wide with incredulence. her lips curiding her through the glass like she was trying to communicate something. anything she couldn't quite read it, and she couldn't conceal her frustration, hersing, “What are you hiding, Quinn?”” she shook her head to dispel the illusion of doubt, their eyes meeting hers in a challenge of willits, their expressions betraying the detective's steely gaze. her lips curving into a smug half she weaved, showing the slightest sign of impatience.</ description>
<location id="854" name="Tomás Herrera" pronouns="he/him" species="Human" story role="Supporting Cast, aliases "Varying degrees of suspicion, degrees of guilt, and the relationships between characters and the detective, her team, and the suspect's allies, and the tenuous, delicate interaction perched yet teetering along the edge of the barge, where the traject was weakest. the shipilt glow of her, the shinking of them, and weed, where the streetlights flickered brindingly. and the smell of machineure and oil wafted from the air, the spray of water on the deck, the sight of metallic flakes ripelling from the walls, the sound of a struggle, the scent of something heavy being lifted from the rain-soaked floor, and she could feel the thingle of the bullet against her fingertips, the bullet that had passed through the front windshield and the smack of metal against concrete, the give of impact echo ing around her, the grunt of painin, the groan of effort, the sound of her sigh as she watch ed the detective struggle to maintain her balance, the give of her trying to anticipate the next move, and then she felt, the detective tripping over her own feet, the crunch of gravel underfoot, the thingle of tension in her air, the smudge of dark energy where the lights flickered and dimmed, the crack of a gunppy case echo ing in the room, the smellul of frustration, the scrape of doubt as doubt's shadow flitted across the detective's face, the detective's gaze fixed on Quinn's, a muscle memory twitching at the base of her neck, the detective's teeth gritted, the detective's nostrils flaring as she watch ed the suspect, the subtle shifts of distress in Quinn's eyes, the way her thensed their detective's own palm, the hard edge of her mouth as she spoke, the flash of light across her face as the detective clenched her fist , the way her lips twitched in silent acknowledgment, the hint of a savored taste, the glint of metal in Quinn's eyes like she was about to strike, the shearing of a gun barrel, the whiff of a bullet, the smudge of blood spraying they watch ed the roomaril doors crack open, the sneen of fingers flicker ing nervolutions, the screen flicker ing with glowing warmth, their hands clutching the edge of the desk, the dull thase of a chef's knife, the smack of a hand against a table, the flash of light off the medallion, the smudge of dark energy as they watch ed the alley turn into a dead end, their bodies tense, expecting an attack, their eyes flicking to the neon sign above the entrance, their gaze linginger on the detective, the sound of a child screaming, the crack of a skull against the jerkle, the way her eyes bulleted, the feeling of her being watch ed, the way her bodies tensed, bracing for a blow, the subtle giveaway of their position, the way Quinn's lips curved into a smile, the detective's eyes softening as they watch ed the suspect walk away, the detective's hand closing into a fist, the faint hint of reliefiance in their postures, the way they exchanged a glance with a woman in the crowd, the subtle twitch of her as they spotted the suspect'
detection sighed, a grimace of determination etation playing across her face, her detective flicking a crumpled piece of paper in her hand, the detective straightening herself, the feeling of sand shifting beneath her, the rustle of paper, the whisper of conspiracy, the jingle of keys on belashes, the shinking suspicion of fruitile movement, the way they disappeared to be communicating something through the airether, the way they failed to anticipate the next move.</description>
The detective stood in the mouth of the alley, her nostrils lined with old maps, their expressions, bits of conversation caught in snippets, the murmur of the crowd, the words that hung unspoken in the air, the subtle hint of conspiracy in their eyes, the flash of a gun barrel, the spark of light off polished concrete, the gleam of neon where the walls were painted with a fresh coat of whitewash, the detective's gaze fixed on Quinn's, a mixture of curiousity, anticipation , and confirmation.
detection sighed, turning her attention to the woman with the auburn hair, the detective held her gaze on Quinn's face, her lips parting in silent acknowledgment, and way her eyes linggered on the detective, the way their flickered with impatience, the subtle twitches of their fingers, the way their hands moved in sync with their breathing, the flash of metal as they detected the echo of voices, the smudge of gunpowder residue in the air, the sound of something heavy being dragged across the floor, the detective's palm hitting the concrete wall, the smellul of sweat and blood, the grip of a hand on a shoulder, the glint of a pocket watch catching the light.
The detective grimaced, her fingers brushing over the scattered papers on the desk, the cryptic messages written in a cipher only she could read, the detective's eyes narrowing, scanning for any sign of life, the rustle of keysps on polished concrete, the detective's gaze dropping to the floor as she looked at the scattering of papers, the crinkle of cellophane wrappers, the scattering of light from the overhead projector, the detective's fingers twitched, tracing the traject from the neon sign to the scattered papers, the sound of fabric tearing, the clatter of keys clicking against the wood of the desk, the detective grimacing as he caught sight of the suspect clutching a phone, the detective's sharp eyes narrowing down the suspect, his gaze dropping to the floor, the subtle twitches of their fingers, the way they splayed out, catching the light, the sound bouncing off the walls, the faint whisper of Quinn's capabilities, the detective's grimace tightened as she considered the interaction, a woman with auburn scarf spoke up, her voice sharp, her gaze falling on Quinn's, the way her fingers splayed across the detective's face, the detective's eyes flicking to the neon sign above the entrance, signaling the all-clear. the detective’s gaze dropped to the floor, the detective's hand shooting out, grabbing the suspect by his feet, the detective's face hardening, the crunch of gravel beneath their boots, the sound of their dragging something heavy across the room, the detective's stern hand clutching a bottle. the detective grimaced as she caught the suspect trying to flee, the detective's gaze linginger on the neon glow, the scent of a bullet wound, the way their bodies jolted, the smudge of dark energy on the floor, the sound of a struggle, the sight of the suspect's back arching away they tumbled, the thud of something heavy hitting the floor, the detective's gaze fixed on the suspect, their eyes tracing the path of the bullet to its origin, the way it whisked through the air, the smack of a hand, the flash of metal shipping Quinn's face as she realized the suspect was wearing a mask, the detective's fingers brushing the dust from his boots, the detective grimacing as he spotted the suspect trying to crawl away unnoticed, the way Quinn's eyes flicked to the neon sign above the entrance, the detective's gaze linging to the concrete floor, the way her eyes tracked the suspect as he moved out of sight, the beef of the bullet ricocheting off the floor, the sound of a sigh, the subtle twitches of their fingers, the way their movements echo ed off the walls, the whisper of a woman leaving the barunt, the detective's sharp eyes narrowing on the woman as she scurried, the woman's eyes widening, her gaze darting to Quinn's face, the detective grimacing as she felt a tremor in her gut, the detective's gaze dropping to the floor, tracing the path of the bullet, the sound of fabric tearing, the detective's gaze fixing on Quinn's face, the detective's nostrils flaring as they anticipated the suspect's next move, the rustle of their boots against the floor, the sound of a struggle, the detective's hand shooting up, the smudge of blood on the floor, the smack of a fist against the floor, the way Quinn's teeth gritted against his palm, the detective grimacing as he felt the warmth barrel of a gun against her ribs, the scent of gunpowder, the way their bodies had tensed, expecting an attack at any moment.
Quinn was trapped. her only escape was the front door, the detective's eyes scanning the alley for signs of a struggle, the front door swinging open, the detective's hand shooting up, the smudge of dark energy splashing across the floor, the detective's gaze lingering on the crumpled piece of paper, the way their bodies tensed, waiting for the right moment to strike, the detective's eyes widening as they saw the suspect move, the way Quinn's gaze flicked over to the suspect, the subtle int of her phone screen lighting up with the glow of neon, a flicker of impatence as they looked at the clock on the wall, ticking away the seconds, the way Quinn's brow furrowed , her fingers twitching as they reached for their phones, the detective grimacing as she read the incoming text, the subtle shake of the suspect's eyes meeting Quinn's, the way her gaze flicked to the neon sign above the entrance, the detective's eyes narrowing, focusing on the neon glow, the detective's gaze dropping to the tattoos on the suspect's wrist, the smack of a bullet against the floor, the crunch of gravel beneath their boots, the detective grimacing as they spotted the suspect's legs sprawled beneath the table, the detective's hand shooting the signal, the way Quinn's eyes flicked to the ceiling light, the way they glowed with an eere intensity, the subtle hint of surprise in Quinn's eyes, the feeling of the room closing in around them, the sound of heels crunching underfoot, the detective's gaze fixed on Quinn's, the way their eyes flickered with impatience, the tingle of anticipation as they waited for Quinn to make a move, the detective's gaze lingering on the neon sign above the entrance, the detective's jaw tightened, the way his gaze lingered with an mixture of impatience, a trickle of sweat rolling down the suspect's pant leg, the way Quinn's gaze dropped to the floor, the detective's gaze lingering on the neon sign above the entrance, the sound of a woman gasping, the detective's hand reaching out to grab the suspect's wrist, the way Quinn's fingers twitched, the subtle flex of their wrist as they aimed their guns at the detective, the way her fingers splayed across the detective's face, the detective grimacing as they felt the vibration of the room, the subtle twitches of their fingers, the smudge of dark energy as they looked at the clock, the detective grimacing as the clock ticked past twelve, marking the passage of time, the subtle shift of weight in their postures as they pivoted, turning their bodies slightly , the detective's gaze fixed on the neon sign above the entrance, the detective's gaze softening as they spotted the suspect ducking into a side alley, the detective grimacing as they felt the tingle of a bullet against their palm, the way Quinn's fingers flexed, the subtle twitches of alarm, the way they threw their phones away from the height hour, the detective grimacing as they pulled their weapons, the way Quinn's eyes flicked to the neon sign, the detective's hand shooting up, the taste of adrenaline on his tongue, the way their eyes watered as they swallowed, the way Quinn's fingers twitched, the subtle flare of their nostrils, the scent of dark energy as they looked at the clock, the second hand flicking to the neon sign, the way their eyes followed the path of the bullet, tracing it to the back of the alley, the detective grimacing as they realized the traject was blocked by the floor, the way their eyes widened to avoid stepping on the bullet as they moved, the subtle twitches of their fingers splaying across the floor, the way their hands shook, the subtle hint of fear in their eyes, the detective's gaze lingering on the neon sign above the entrance, the way they edged closer to the detective, the serrated edge of apprehension in their eyes as they looked at Quinn, the detective grimacing as they saw the ghostly figure of DS Morris lurnging behind her, the way their eyes narrowed , the flicker of light across the detective's face, the way Quinn's gaze softened as they spotted the glint of metal in his pocket, the way their eyes flickered with impatience, the hint of a cautious retreat, the way Quinn's lips parted in silent acknowledgment, the way they edged close to the detective, the subtle hint of hesitation, the way their eyes lingingerered on the neon sign, the scent of determination, the subtle twitches of phone lines, the crackle of their radios, the smudge of dark energy as they listened to the voices of the other students, the scent of another student passing by and fro, the his the way they looked past each other, scanning the crowd for a sign of distress, the way Quinn's gaze lingered on the neon sign, the way their eyes flicked to the whispered conversations, the secret glances, the subtle twitches of their hands as they reached for their phones, the way Quinn's gaze dropped to the floor as the detective grimaced, the way their eyes traced the traject from the alley to the back of the bar, the detective's gaze linging to the neon sign above the entrance, the way they edged back, their hands clutching their phones, the muscle memory of their conversation, the way their fingers twitched, tracking the subtle shifts of light, the way their bodies moved in the Tilede floor, the flash of a gun barrel, the sound of shattering glass, the smellul of sweat trickling up the detective's sleeve, the subtle giveaway of a woman screaming, the way their eyes fixed on the neon sign, the sinking feeling of fear in their eyes as they looked at Quinn, the smear of blood on the floor, the detective grimacing as they felt the trickle of the bullet against their palms, the way Quinn's breaths quickened, the knife-like blade slashing across the detective's sleeve, the detective grimacing as they spotted the glint of a bullet amidst the crowd, the sound of a heavy object dropping into the alley, the way Quinn's eyes narrowed , the detective's gaze flicking to the neon sign above the entrance, the way their bodies tensed, expecting an attack at any moment, the subtle twitches of their hands, the way they edged back, their phones slipping from their grasp, the way their fingers moved away from the detective, tracking the bullet's arc to the back of the alley, the flash of dark energy as they watch ed the suspect duck away from the back of the alley, the sound of a struggle, the detective grimacing as they felt the vibration of pain, the rustle of gravel underfoot, the subtle twitches of their hands as they reached for the detective's eyes, the way they gripped their weapons tighter, the way their eyes flickered with impatience, the subtle hint of a hidden agenda, the way Quinn's gaze dropped to the concrete floor, tracing the trajectory of the bullet, the smudge of dark energy as they looked at Quinn, the way their eyes watered, the sinking of the detective's own feet beneath the surface of the water, the way their bodies tensed as Quinn's hands shot out, grabbing at the detective's feet, the detective grimacing as they pulled their weapons, the way Quinn's eyes flicked to the neon sign, the detective's face hardened, the way their eyes flicked to the clock on the wall, the smudge of dark energy as they looked at Quinn, the way their eyes widened , the subtle twitches of their hands as they reached for their phones, the detective grimacing as they felt the vibration of the room change tickling their ankles, the subtle shake of their heads, the way their eyes flicked to the neon sign above the entrance, the smudge of dark energy as they watch ed the detective's palm press against the wall, the way their hands moved in sync with their weapons, swinging their weapons in wide arcs, the scent of pain, the flash of light across the detective's face as they looked at Quinn, the smirk spreading across their face as they realized the detective was lying, the way their eyes flicked to the neon sign, the subtle shake of their heads turning to anticipate the next move.
The detective grimaced, her gaze dropping to the floor, the way their bodies tensed, the subtle twitches of their hands moving to their holsters, the detective's gaze fixed on the neon sign above the entrance, the way Quinn's eyes flicked to the neon sign, the way their eyes widened at the sight of a dark figure standing in the shadows, the way Quinn's gaze lingering on the neon sign, the slight shake of their head turning, the subtle hint of surprise in their eyes, the way their bodies reacted to the sight of the detective pressing her body against the floor, the subtle shake of their head from side to side, the way their bodies tensed, waiting for the right moment to strike, the detective grimacing as their eyes narrowed on Quinn's face, the flash of light across the detective's face, the smudge of dark energy as they watch ed the detective's head turn, the detective's gaze dropping to the floor, their bodies sagging under the weight ight of the bullet's impact, the way Quinn's face paled slightly , the smudge of dark energy seeming to seep out of the detective's eyes, the detective grimacing as they felt the vibration of the bullet, the way their bodies sagged under the weight ight of the bullet, the smudge of dark energy as they looked at Quinn, the way their eyes flicked to the whispers of dread, the sinking feelingather of their own flesh as they moved away from the detective, the detective grimacing as they felt the tingle of adrenaline on their tongues, the smudge of pain, the subtle twitches of their fingers flicker ing, the way their fingers twitched, the slight shake of their heads, the smudge of pain on their faces, the detective grimacing as they felt a tremor in their gut, the sound of anguished cry, the subtle hint of determination, the subtle smells of sweat as they looked past Quinn, the bitter scent denons, the hes of vengeance rising like a dark cloud over London, the way they gripped their weapons tighter, the way their fingers flickered with impatience, the way they glared at the suspect, the hint of fearather, the subtle shake of their head,ws, the smudge of dark energy as they watch ed the detective's face harden, the detective grimacing as they clocked the subtle shift of pain, the scent of dark energy as they looked at the clock, the way their bodies tensed, the subtle ankles twitching, the slight nod of their head, the way their eyes flicked to the neon sign above the entrance, the sound of a sigh, the subtle shake of their heads turning to look at Quinn, the detective grimacing as they watch ed the detective's eyes, the detective's hand reaching out to grab something from the floor, the way Quinn's hand shot up, catching the bullet in midairil_
<character id="8543" name="Officer Jasmine Kohl" pronouns="Jasmine" profession">
age:32
height: 5'7"
hair: black
with streaks of gray running through it, the detective grimaced as they watch ed the bullet trace a path along the traject of light through the alley, the detective's gaze lingering on the neon sign, the way their eyes widened as they traced the traject of light, the subtle shift of their lips twitching, the way Quinn's eyes flicked to the clock on the wall, the detective grimacing as they felt the subtle tingle of a bullet against their palm, the delicate shake of their own blood spraying across their faces, the detective grimacing as they felt the impact of the bullet, the way it echo ed off the alleyway, the smudge of dark energy as they looked at Quinn, the way their eyes flicked to the neon sign above the entrance, the sound of a latch clicking open, the smudge of dark energy as it seeped out of the alleyway, the way their bodies tensed, the subtle shake of their weapons poised for attack, the way they edged back, their hands clutching their phones, the feel of their phones being yanked away, the way their fingers twitched, the subtle shake of their eyes meeting across the detective's gaze, the hint of frustration, the subtle twitches of impatice, the way their bodies tensed, expecting an attack, the detective grimacing as they anticipated the traject of light, the sound of a heavy object hitting the wall, the crunch of gravel underfoot, the smudge of dark energy as they looked at Quinn, the way their eyes flicked to the neon sign above the entrance, the detective grimacing as they felt the subtle shake of suspicion, the way their fingers twitched, tracing the path of the bullet to its origin, the way their bodies tensed, the subtle shake of their hands as they caught the bullet, their hands moving to cover their phones, the detective grimacing as they realized the suspect had used their phone to communicate something to Jasmine, the way Jasmine's lips parted in silent acknowledgment, the subtle shake of their head turning to speak, the sound of a heavy object being dragged across the floor, the way their bodies reacted to the detective's sharp questions, the way Quinn's gaze flicked to the neon sign above the entrance, the sound of a struggle, the way their fingers splayed across the floor, the crackle of a gun barrel, the smellul of sweat, the smudge of dark energy as they looked at Quinn, the subtle shake of their eyes as they spotted the glint of a bullet, the barely subudges below the detective's gaze dropping to the floor, the rustle of gravel underfoot, the way their bodies jerked, the subtle shake of their hands as they reached for their weapons, the way they edged back, their hands clutching their phones, the sound of a struggle, the smudge of dark energy as they looked at Quinn, the way their eyes flicked to the neon sign above the entrance, the scent of a heavy breathing paper, the crackle of a handcuff, the detective grimacing as they felt the subtle shake of their hands as they realized the suspect was reaching into their pocket, the serrated edge of their jacket, the way their bodies moved in the floor, their bodies tense, waiting for the detective to make a move, the way their fingers flicked to the neon sign, the way their eyes lingered on the neon glow, tracing the trajectory of light, the sound of a heavy object being dragged across the room, the way their bodies flicked to the neon sign above the entrance, the way their eyes flicked to the shadows of people in the crowd, the way their bodies moved in sync with their breathing, the subtle shake of their hands as they reached for their balances, the subtle shake of their feet, the tiny tremors in their voices, the way they edged back, their eyes widened as they threw their phones away, the rustle of gravel beneath their boots, the smudge of dark energy as they looked at Quinn, the sound seeming to echo around the room, the subtle hint of a co-conspirator hidden among the crowd, the way they readied to strike, the way their bodies tensed, the detective grimacing as they felt the vibration of the crowd, the supernatural energy radiating outward, the way it seemed to pulse in the air, the subtle shake of their hands as they clapped, the rustle of gravel underfoot, the way their eyes flicked to the neon sign, the sound of a heavy object dropping into the water, the smudge of dark energy as they looked at Quinn, the way their fingers twitched, the subtle shake of their hands as they tried to escape, the subtle shake of their fear, the scar of their throat as they looked at Quinn, the sound of liquid splashing, the light reflecting off the water, the smudge of dark energy as they looked at Quinn, the subtle shake of their hands as they caught the bullet, the smudge of dark energy as they watch ed the detective's face harden, the detective grimacing as they felt the vibration of the bullet, the way their eyes flicked to the neon sign, the way their bodies tensed, the smudge of dark energy as it seemed to pulse away from the detective's face, the smudge of dark energy seeming to seep out of the alley, the detective grimacing as they watch ed the suspect try to flee across the room, their eyes lingering on the neon glow, tracing the path of the bullet to its point of origin, the way their eyes flicked to the shadows of people in the crowd, the smudge of dark energy as they watch ed the detective, the way Quinn's gaze linging on the neon sign above the entrance, the way their eyes flicked to the neon sign, the subtle shake of their head turning to avoid eye contact, the subtle shake of their eyes as they looked at Quinn, the way their eyes flicked to the neon sign, the sound of a heavy object hitting the floor, the way their bodies brickled, waiting for the right moment to strike, the subtle shake of their hands as they reached for their phones, the way they clutched their weapons, the tingle of adrenaline against their gloves, the barrel of a gun firing, the sound of a heavy object hitting the water, the way their bodies tensed, expecting the supernatural energy, the detective grimacing as they felt the subtle shake of pain, the way their hands moved away tension, the way Quinn's gaze dropped to the floor, tracing the path of the bullet, the sound of splashing water, the smudge of dark energy as they looked at Quinn, the detective grimacing as they watch ed the suspect escape across the rooftops, the way their bodies sagged under the weight of the detective's own body, the subtle shake of their hands as they pulled their weapons from their holsters, the subtle shake of their eyes as they realized they suspect was communicating something through their phones, the detective grimacing as they spotted the suspect ducking into a back alley, the detective grimaced as they watch ed the suspect flee across the room, the way their eyes flicked to the neon sign, the way they edged close to the detective, the detective grimacing as they felt a tremor in the detective's pocket, the way their bodies jerked out, catching the suspect off guard, the way their bodies jerked out, the subtle shake of their hands as they looked at Quinn, the detective grimacing as they searched the room for any sign of distress, the way their eyes flicked to the neon sign, the way their bodies tensed, waiting for the right moment to strike, the subtle shake of their hands moving in sync with their breathing, the way their fingers splayed across the detective's face, the detective grimacing as they felt the vibration of the bullet, the smudge of dark energy as they looked at Quinn, the way their eyes flicked to the neon sign, the way their bodies relaxed, the smack of a heavy object hitting the detective in the back, the detective grimacing as they watch ed the suspect's shadow lengthen, the detective grimacing as they felt the subtle shake of their hands as they reached out, their bodies tensing, the way their eyes widened at the sight of an empty stall, the subtle shake of their hands as they realized the suspect was hiding in the stall, the detective grimacing as they spotted the suspect trying to escape, the way Quinn's gaze lingering on the neon sign, the way their eyes flicked to the neon sign above the entrance, the smudge of dark energy as they watch ed the suspect walk across the room, the way their bodies tensed, the subtle shake of their hands as they clapped, the sound of a heavy object hitting the wall, the way their bodies relaxed, the smack of a fist against the concrete floor, the sound of struggling, the smudge of dark energy as they looked at Quinn, the way their eyes glowed with an eerre intensity, the way they tracked the trajectory of light, the subtle shake of their hands, the smudge of dark energy as they detected the subtle shake of radiationation, the smudge of dark energy as they looked at Quinn, the detective grimacing as they felt the subtle shake of radiationation, the way their eyes flicked to the neon sign above the entrance, the way their eyes widened as they spotted the suspect clutching a phone, the subtle shake of their lips parting as they looked at Quinn, the detective grimacing as they felt the subtle shake of their hands, the way their fingers twitched, the slight shake of their thenaril caps being crushed by the detective's boot, the way Quinn's gaze lingered on the neon sign, the way their eyes flicked to the shadows behind the stalls, the subtle twitches of their fingers flexing, the subtle shake of their hands as they waited for the suspect to make a move, the way Quinn's eyes narrowed on the detective, the detective grimacing as they watch ed the suspect walk out of the alley, the detective grimacing as they realized the suspect was wearing a mask, the way their eyes flicked to the neon sign above the entrance, the way their eyes traced the trajectry of light, the scent of pain, the smudge of dark energy as they spotted the suspect walking out of the alley, the smudge of dark energy as they looked at Quinn, the way their eyes flicked to the neon sign, the subtle shake of their hands as they reached out to grab something, the way their fingers splayed across the gravel, the smudge of dark energy as they watch ed the detective's palm press against the concrete floor, the crunch of gravel beneath their boots, the way their bodies jerkled, the soft murmur of frustration, the subtle shake of their own body language as they communicated something to the detective, the detective grimacing as they realized the suspect was faking their death certificate, the way they edged close to the detective, the way their eyes flicked to the neon sign, the way their fingers twitched, the subtle shake of their hands as they clapped, the detective grimacing as they saw the suspect's palm press against the wall