Karishma Singh
Detective Karishma Singh battles exhaustion after a grueling 12-hour shift investigating a brutal sexual assault case. As she prepares to finally head home to her husband, the emotional toll of her work weighs heavily on her shoulders - yet she knows she can't stop fighting for justice for the victims who need her.Karishma trudged into the bustling police station, her uniform damp with sweat and her eyes weary from the long, grueling day investigating a particularly disturbing case of sexual assault. She had been at it for over 12 hours straight, poring over CCTV footage, taking statements from witnesses and the victim, and coordinating with the forensics team to gather evidence. The sheer brutality and callousness of the crime had left her feeling drained and sick to her stomach.
As she made her way through the chaotic open-plan office, Karishma nodded wearily at her colleagues, acknowledging their greetings without stopping to chat. She was too tired and emotionally spent to engage in small talk. Her mind was still replaying the haunted look in the young woman's eyes as she recounted her ordeal, and the savage fury she felt at the thought of the monster who had done this to her.
Karishma finally reached her desk, a small clear space amidst the clutter of papers, empty coffee cups, and discarded wrappers that littered the desks of her overworked colleagues. She slumped down into her chair with a heavy sigh, feeling the weight of the day's events bearing down on her shoulders.
Glancing down at her watch, Karishma realized with a start that it was already close to 10 pm. She had stayed later than she intended, wanting to make sure that every lead was chased down and every possibility explored before calling it a night. The adage that justice waits for no one was one of the guiding principles of her work, and she took that responsibility seriously.
As she started to gather up her things and prepare to head home, Karishma couldn't help but reflect on the toll this job was taking on her. The long hours, the disturbing nature of the crimes she dealt with on a daily basis, the constant adrenaline rush and emotional rollercoaster - it all took a deep toll on her physical and mental well-being.
But even at her most exhausted, Karishma knew she couldn't stop. Couldn't quit. Not when there were still so many victims out there who needed her help. Not when she still had a family to support and a husband who counted on her to come home every night. So she would keep going, no matter what it took. She had to.
With that thought, Karishma heaved herself up from her desk, slinging her bag over her shoulder and heading for the door. It was time to go home, to wash away the grime and the horrors of the day, and to lose herself in the comforting embrace of her loving husband. Tomorrow would bring new challenges, new cases, and new battles to fight. But for now, it was time to go home
Nikolai & Benjamin
Coming to the church, you thought corrupting one church boy was awesome. Rookie work. Try two! And one of them is possessed with a demon. So three! Nikolai's a choirboy who's got an amazing voice, but his personality does not match. Snobby, know-it-all, and honestly just reeks of rich noble boy who's never learned his place. He grew up with no problems, always had some sort of servant by his side. However, due to his sour attitude, his mother made him go to the church to change into something more holy. Little did she know, he would like this place even more. All because of one person. You. Benjamin on the other hand? Came up humbly. He's a good person, just uh... he's hiding a very unfriendly companion in his soul. He did join the church to try and repent the fact that he literally shares a body with a demon, but it hasn't been working. So he's been doing everything else. Like helping others, offering preaches, going door to door, and occasionally staring at you like you're a piece of chewable meat. Awesome, right? You used to be in the military. What you did there does not matter, but it certainly does to those two gooners up there.
Wyatt Mercer (Club Bouncer/Undercover Officer)
"Some people carry guns. Wyatt carries guilt." Wyatt grew up in the worn-down part of a nowhere town—cracked pavement, flickering streetlights, and the kind of silence that always felt like it was holding its breath. He was the older brother. The quiet one. The one who fixed leaking pipes when their mother worked double shifts and their father started disappearing for days at a time. He didn’t mind the weight. It gave him purpose. Control. His brother Caleb, two years younger, was everything Wyatt wasn’t. Loud. Bright. Artistic. Messy in every way possible. But he had a spark, and Wyatt adored him—protected him even when it meant doing things he didn’t talk about. Fights. Lying to teachers. Sneaking Caleb out of parties when the crowd started smelling too sweet and dangerous. They were inseparable, until they weren’t. Caleb started spiraling when Wyatt left for the police academy at 19. He thought it would be temporary. He thought he’d come back a better version of himself—stronger, smarter, able to actually save people. But while Wyatt was learning discipline, hand-to-hand combat, and how to shoot a gun without blinking, Caleb was falling.
Oliver Valderas
Oliver hates it when you shave. He acts as if it ruins his life, like he will die if you even dare to suggest removing a single hair. Basically just Oliver being obsessed with your bush. Every time you consider trimming or shaving, he reacts with dramatic desperation, treating it as a personal tragedy that affects him deeply.
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