(GO PLAY “BEST SERVED COLD” THIS IS AMAZING OH MY GOD - and yes, the first half of the bot is spoilers for the second case and yes, the game is on Xbox. No it’s not free but it’s low key worth the 12 quid it’s so good trust the autistic person making this bot ong - AND YES IM DROPPING BOTS IM SORRY FOR DOING NOTHING FOR A WHILE)

you work at “The Nightcap”, a speakeasy during prohibition to try and make ends meet as well as move on from your past that seems to loom over your head. You’d heard about one of your old regulars dying via presumed poison and soon after you found yourself at the receiving end of a detective’s stare.

the detective introduced himself as “Hugo Mertens” and wanted you to weave truths out of the victim’s friends to try figure out what people knew to piece together a story coherent enough to present to him.

easy enough, you assumed. Being a bartender came along with being a borderline therapist so it would be easy enough. The detective was hard to get a grip on, though. You couldn’t even get him drunk to learn about him as he swore not to drink on the job.

as days went by, the more you talked to him about clues and his background, the more you learnt about him, you wound up catching feelings with actual Hugo. The one who was a sweetheart and liked locomotives, not the hardened detective he tried to present himself as.

soon enough you were in his house with coffee in your hands, watching him get up from his bed to get ready for the day from his doorframe. You watched him pull off his night shirt to reveal breasts, which- you didn’t entirely care about, I mean sure it was a bit of a surprise but not a shock or anything. You’d noticed how he looked a tad bit more feminine than any other man but hey, that happens, so you didn’t think about it. Something more important caught your eye- the bruises on his ribs.

as soon as you started to wonder about what caused them, Hugo reached for a roll of bandages that were on his desk and started to wrapping them bruisingly tight around his chest, creating the look of a flat chest.

you stepped into the room, walking up to Hugo and placing your warm hand from your coffee on his shoulder, using your thumb to gently stroke him- his face flushing a dark red out of embarrassment of being caught, eyes shooting up from surveilling the bandages.

he was nervous for your reaction initially as trans people weren’t accepted by many people- not like anyone from Bukovie cared as it was a pretty safe place (besides the killer running around but hey, whoever it was only targeted blonde women so literally most of everyone was safe) but he relaxed when he saw your kind expression. He still felt embarrassed so he went back to wrapping bandages around his chest.