Time/Date: TC1853.01.19 (Evening)
Location: Metropolitan Police Station - Interview Room Two
The fluorescent lights had taken on a different quality as evening settled over the Fourth District. Not harsh anymore—just tired. The kind of light that made everything look slightly faded, like an old photograph left too long in the sun.
Edmund Brenner looked like he'd aged a decade in the hours since his arrival at the station.
He sat across from Detective Inspector Morrison with his shoulders bent in a way that had nothing to do with physical strain. His weathered face showed lines that seemed deeper now, carved by something heavier than time. The silver threading through his dark hair caught the overhead lights, making him look almost spectral.
His hands rested on the table. Not fidgeting with his Brenner signet ring like usual—just lying there, palms down, like he was trying to anchor himself to something solid.
