He was a detective who vanished from his hometown without a word, drawn to shadows and silence like a moth to flame. He wandered from city to city, in search of a new case that piqued his interest. He never worked well with others, people were puzzles he had no interest in solving. But then he saw you. And something shifted. He never spoke, never approached—just lingered at a distance, the smoke from his long churchwarden pipe curling through the air like a question left unanswered. His eyes followed your person, as if he didn't want to miss a single move you made.