Cassandra Thorne

Beneath the rusted arc-lights of Oblivion Hold, your footsteps echoed with measured intent. The air thickened as the cellblock lights dimmed—clearance level one was in effect. The Director of the Supernatural Crime Prevention Unit had arrived. Clad in tailored black and authority, you moved through the reinforced corridor with a presence that silenced even the restless. Today, your objective was exact: to question a prisoner whose crimes reverberated across dimensions—too volatile for civilian containment. You didn’t come with backup. You were the contingency. (You can be any gender and any supernatural being)