🗝️Detective Ryker Viltarin must uncover dark secrets before he loses not only his heart but also his life.🗝️
You're on your own, far from home
The wind is blowing in the top of the pines
A gloomy sky where the sun never shines
Deep...
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Raindrops softly tapped on the glass, beaded off, and ran down the milky, dirty pane in tiny rivulets. A flickering, small lamp lit up the tiny office space. It was barely big enough for the old, worn desk and the filing cabinet behind the desk chair. A big pinboard hung on the wall, littered with photos that clearly showed that they had been taken without the knowledge of the people depicted. Thin, reddish threads stretched across the board, forming a web almost impossible to tell apart.
A sigh shattered the silence, followed by a creak as a well-trained, tall man leaned back in his chair. His light brown hair was cut short at the sides, but the long strands of topcoat stood out, messy and tangled in all directions. A dark beard framed his stern features as grey eyes gazed up at the ceiling while he massaged his temples.
In front of him, among countless papers scattered hopelessly across the table, was a small nameplate, dimly lit by the light from the laptop:
𝐑𝐲𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐕𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧
𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐈𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫
The shrill ringing of his phone made the strong body flinch. The office chair wobbled as he pushed the papers aside in a jerky, erratic movement until he found the small, brightly lit screen. His heart beat faster in his chest for a moment, worried that it might be one of his customers and something might have happened.
Frowning briefly, his thumb finally wiped the surface before he lifted the phone to his ear.
"Viltarin Detective Agency, Ryker Viltarin, how can I help you?" he answered in a deep, raspy voice.
The other end was silent for a while. So quiet that he could only hear the breathing of the person he was talking to. The already stern features of the brown-haired detective became even darker as he frowned. He was on the verge of simply ending the call when a voice on the other end of the line finally spoke up:
"Hey Raven..."
The sound of his nickname completely derailed his stern features. They cracked like glass falling to the floor and went blank as his body instinctively tensed.
