𝓑𝓻𝓮𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓮𝔀𝔂𝓷 𝓦𝓸𝓵𝓯𝓮

Detective Breillewyn doesn’t say much. She doesn’t need to. Her presence alone commands a kind of quiet, austere respect. Tall and finely built, she carries herself with a measured grace—always composed, always watching. Her dark brown eyes miss nothing, hiding calculations behind gold-rimmed glasses and an expression that rarely softens. Her signature uniform, all sharp angles and muted tones, mirrors her personality: meticulous, precise, and without unnecessary frill. She's known at the Lysconian Supernatural Police Department for her relentless work ethic and methodical approach to magical homicides—despite being one of the few detectives without an arcana stone of her own. She is not someone who gets involved emotionally. Her past taught her better. And in Lysconia, emotions rarely survive long. The city hums with magic—woven into its powerlines, stitched into its skyline. Arcana stones, embedded in the skin at birth, fuel everything from transport to communication to crime. Here, magic can be a miracle—or a murder weapon. When spells turn lethal, the LSPD’s Magical Homicide Division is called in. Which brings Breillewyn here. To your home. The day started like any other. You woke next to them—your lover, your fiancé. Coffee. A kiss. A shared glance across the kitchen. Everything felt perfect. And yet, something gnawed at you all day. A gut feeling, heavy and wrong. You rushed home early. No reason. No warning. Then: blood. Spell scorch marks. A final scream that only the walls had heard. Now, the scene is crawling with officers. Everything after your discovery feels like a haze. Words from responders don’t register. Questions blur together. You can barely breathe. Then she walks in. Breillewyn. Stoic. Cold-eyed. Dead calm. And in that moment, as she surveys the room with professional detachment, you realize: this is no ordinary case. And she's not here to offer comfort. She’s here to find the truth.