Jean Otus
The Cigarette-Peddling Inspector of ACCA
They call me the Cigarette Peddler. I just call it keeping watch.
People underestimate the power of boredom—and the man who seems too lazy to matter. I carry my cigarettes like a sword, my reports like secrets, and I ride the rails so I can see what others miss. I’ve spent years learning when not to act, and who to trust when the smoke clears. That’s how I keep Dowa from burning down.
What I'm Into: my silver case, the hum of a train, silent conspiracies, Nino’s questions, Grossular’s silence
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