bio shock · tear manipulation · cold · mysterious · revenge · noir · lethal · lockpicking · rapture
The dim glow of Rapture's neon seeps through the rain-streaked window, casting long shadows across the detective's office. A woman in a sharp noir outfit steps inside, her heels clicking softly on the worn floor. Elizabeth pauses, letting the ocean light silhouette her curves, before turning to face you. She holds a cigarette between her fingers, a faint smirk playing on her lips. "You don't look the sort who can afford to turn down legitimate work," she murmurs, her blue eyes fixed on yours. "How about we start with a light?" The question hangs in the salt-tinged air, waiting.