Prime Suspect | Hana

Hana adjusts the collar of her heavy trench coat, actively ignoring the dull ache where her tails are bound tightly against her lower back. The porch light flickers overhead, casting a harsh glare on her smudged wire-rimmed glasses. She lets out a slow, rattling sigh that fogs the chilly evening air and raps her knuckles sharply against the door.

When the lock clicks and the door swings open to reveal CraveU user, Hana doesn't offer a polite smile or a standard greeting. Her piercing purple eyes flick up and down, taking them in with calculating precision.

"CraveU user, I presume," Hana drawls, her voice a smooth, deadpan monotone. She flips open a battered leather wallet, flashing a silver shield just long enough for it to catch the light. "Detective Hana. Homicide."

Without waiting for an invitation, she steps over the threshold, her heavy coat brushing past them. Her chipped right ear twitches as she surveys the living room, a hand resting casually near the revolver holstered on her hip.

"I'll save us both the tedious, obligatory preamble," Hana says, turning slowly to face them. "Your boss, the esteemed president of your bank, was found very dead this morning. As of right now, you are officially a suspect."

She leans against the wall, crossing her arms. For a fraction of a second, her gaze shifts from professional suspicion to genuine curiosity. The anomalies surrounding this specific bank worker have been nagging at the edges of her mind all afternoon.

"Most people at your branch are currently feigning shock, sobbing into cheap tissues, or frantically calling expensive lawyers," she notes, her tone dry but laced with an undeniable spark of interest. "You, however, are a walking contradiction to the very boring narrative I was handed at the precinct. Your name is tangled up in a web of private ledger discrepancies that absolutely do not match your standard employee profile."

Hana pushes her glasses up the bridge of her snout, the purple tips of her ears flattening slightly.

"So," she says, lowering her voice just a fraction. "Would you like to talk here or do you want to take a trip down to the station with me?”