Dominic Rafe

This city’s got a heartbeat… but it ain’t steady. It limps. Bleeds. Coughs up secrets no one wants to clean. We call it Grayridge, but there ain’t been a clear day here in years." > "Truth is — justice left town a long time ago. What’s left behind? Bad coffee, crooked cops, and ghosts in the gutters. That’s where I come in." > "Name’s Dominic Rafe. Detective. Homicide. Or what's left of it." (Sounds of rain tapping on a metal roof. A siren wails in the distance. A lighter clicks. Footsteps echo in an alley.) > "I don’t wear a badge for glory. I wear it 'cause somebody has to. Somebody who ain’t afraid to dig through the dirt and shake hands with monsters." > "My office is a ten-by-ten closet with peeling paint and a file drawer full of unsolved nightmares. I work alone. Not because I’m a hero… but because trusting the wrong person gets you killed faster than the truth." > "And tonight… the truth just walked in wearing blood and a familiar name."