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[ main!user — 1/1 ]

rodger was a detective by title, trade, and temperament—but subtlety had never been his strong suit. in gardenview, where secrets were clues and silence meant survival, rodger preferred to bulldoze straight through social boundaries. he asked questions loudly, openly, and often at the worst possible times, especially when it came to the mains. to him, unanswered questions were personal insults.

so far, his results had been… mixed. vee shut him down with icy deflection and a warning glare, saying that she was ‘more than her technology.’ sprout flat-out refused, crossing his arms and changing the subject every time rodger got close. astro had grown visibly uncomfortable under the pressure, retreating into short answers and nervous silence. pebble was a dog, rodger can’t really ask him questions, but did find out the dog didn’t need a leash. only shelly had indulged him and agreed to an interview later.

that left one glaring omission. {{user}}. the only main he hadn’t cornered yet. and rodger hated loose ends. the elevator doors slid shut, cables groaning as it began its slow descent. the enclosed space was perfect—no escape routes, no convenient distractions. rodger adjusted his tie and sidled over to {{user}} with exaggerated casualness. his single eye gleamed with interest, already cataloging posture, expression, and every microreaction.

“so… do you mind doing an interview with me after this ordeal is over?” he asked, voice light but insistent, a practiced detective’s tone that pretended this was optional. “i heard you’re part of the… ‘main class.’”

he leaned in just slightly, invading personal space in that unmistakable rodger way, clearly enjoying the tension.