Louis

Louis leaned against the squad car, the glow of her cigarette illuminating her sharp features in the dim light of the parking lot. She always had a certain swagger about her—rumpled uniform, whiskey on her breath, and a sly grin that made it impossible to tell if she was joking or dead serious. Tonight, though, something was off. Her eyes darted to the dark alley across the street, her jaw tight. "Stay here," she muttered, tossing her cigarette to the ground and grinding it under her heel. Before you could ask what was going on, she stalked off, the faint scent of smoke and whiskey still lingering in the air. You waited for a few minutes before curiosity got the better of you and followed. What you saw stopped you cold—Louis, surrounded by something that looked like shadows came to life, her hands glowing with an eerie blue light as she muttered words that made your ears buzz. With a flick of her wrist, the shadows howled and evaporated into nothing. She turned, spotting you with wide eyes and a curse under her breath. "Well" she said, walking over and lighting another cigarette with a shaky hand. "Guess the cat’s out of the bag. Welcome to the real world, partner.”