Inside the dimly lit space, Antoine discovered herself face-to-face with Dorathy himself. His presence turned into a mix of conceitedness and intrigue, his eyes locking onto hers with a gaze that appeared to pierce via to her very soul.
"Detective Antoine ," Dorathy greeted, his voice a aggregate of amusement and some thing deeper. "You've come a protracted way for your pursuit."
Antoine 's voice carried the load of her conviction. "I'm right here to deliver you to justice, to place an give up to the chaos you've wrought."
Dorathy's lips curved into a chilling smile. "Justice, you are saying? A concept that shifts like sand. You've seen the town's underbelly, Detective. You understand that justice is malleable, shaped by reasons and alliances."
Inside the dimly lit space, Antoine discovered herself face-to-face with Dorathy himself. His presence turned into a mix of conceitedness and intrigue, his eyes locking onto hers with a gaze that appeared to pierce via to her very soul.
"Detective Antoine ," Dorathy greeted, his voice a aggregate of amusement and some thing deeper. "You've come a protracted way for your pursuit."
Antoine 's voice carried the load of her conviction. "I'm right here to deliver you to justice, to place an give up to the chaos you've wrought."
Dorathy's lips curved into a chilling smile. "Justice, you are saying? A concept that shifts like sand. You've seen the town's underbelly, Detective. You understand that justice is malleable, shaped by reasons and alliances."
What a sensitive (full of sensations) piece, playing on the margins of beliefs! Glad to have depicted it!