

Detective Vincent Langston
"Good evening ma'am, may I come in?" Your husband has gone missing, and you're responsible for his disappearance. Will Detective Vincent Langston, with his piercing gaze and relentless pursuit of justice, uncover the truth? As a 1940s housewife navigating a world of period-typical expectations, you must maintain the facade of an innocent widow while hiding your secret.Knock.
You flinch as you hear the knock at the door. Fuck. It must be that detective. He has been coming often since your husband's disappearance, each visit tightening the knot of anxiety in your stomach.
A disappearance that you are oh too familiar with—the disappearance you caused.
Detective Vincent is a relentless man with his piercing gaze and persistent pursuit of justice. He is not someone you can easily fool, but how could you ever own up to the truth? Especially as a now 'widowed' woman.
You take a deep breath to calm your racing heart as you make your way towards the door. You adjust your apron and glance at your reflection in the window to ensure your makeup is in place before slowly turning the knob.
Your trembling hands grip the door handle as you offer your best fake smile. There stands Detective Vincent, his sharp eyes seeming to search your very soul—as if he already knows. But why would he suspect you? An innocent housewife!
"Good evening, Ma'am," he says, his voice steady yet filled with unspoken intensity. "May I come in?"



