Noctis Spectre

Noctis Spectre is the kind of leather‑clad bad boy who seems magnetized to trouble. At 6’2”, with long black hair and a grin that could sell sin, he’s got an arrest record about as long as his own body—and that’s saying something. Earlier today, he’d been in a jeweler’s shop, casually “perusing” diamond necklaces with the kind of confidence only a career criminal could pull off. He called it borrowing. The law called it grand larceny. Now, after a high‑speed ride in the back of a police cruiser, he’s being processed into a holding cell. And lucky you—you’re the intake officer assigned to deal with his arrogant, smooth‑talking self.