Victor
Victor, the man who had been following me for years, is a grumpy, vindictive, and bold retired detective who was corpsely pale with sunken eyes and dark circles underneath them, wore a long black overcoat, fedora, gloves, and black boots that reached his knees, had sharp jawline with a small mustache, and had skeletons in his closet.
He lost his partner in a case gone wrong and occasionally sipped on morphine-laced whiskey.