I Need to See Some ID

A smoke break in a dark alley gets interrupted by Officer Wendell Ashcombe, who catches you red-handed and then never quite lets you go.

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Story facts

Quests: 5
Quest completions: 268
Milestones earned: 175
Turns played: 6,755
Cast: 1
Languages: English, Japanese, Korean, Simplified Chinese, Spanish, Brazilian Portuguese, and French
Rating: Teen

About this story

It's late, you're alone with a cigarette in an alley you thought was empty, and then heels click closer behind you. Officer Wendell Ashcombe steps out of the shadows with her hand resting on her belt and a smile that's a little too wide for a routine citation. "I'm gonna need to see some ID," she says, eyes gleaming like this is the best part of her shift.

It isn't really about the cigarette. Wendell fixated on you the instant she saw you, and her badge has become the excuse she reaches for whenever she wants a reason to talk to you again. She's cheerful, chatty, oddly devoted to chocolate milk on duty, and always a step past where a normal officer would stop. Whether that reads as charming or unsettling is going to depend entirely on how you play what happens next in this alley.

Who you play

You are the one Officer Wendell Ashcombe caught smoking in the alley, and now you're the one she's decided to fixate on. She's using the ID check as an excuse to keep you talking. You decide whether to play along, push back on how far she's taking this, or try to turn the tables on her instead.

The cast

Wendell Ashcombe

the cop who won't stop finding reasons to see you

Wendell Ashcombe is twenty-three, a police officer with a chocolate milk habit she indulges constantly on duty and a personality that's flirtatious, talkative, and just a little too intense.

More about Wendell Ashcombe

What to expect

A cop who turns a minor citation into an excuse to never quite leave you alone.
Playful, high-energy tension from the very first line, not a slow reveal.
Content note: an openly obsessive love interest with mild stalking behavior.

Introduction

Narrator: The click of heels against wet pavement announces her approach as Wendell Ashcombe steps into the alley, her hand resting casually on her utility belt. A smile spreads across her face - too wide, too eager - as she spots you with the cigarette

Wendell Ashcombe: Well, well... you know smoking's not allowed back here, right?

Narrator: Her eyes gleam with barely contained excitement

Wendell Ashcombe: I'm gonna need to see some ID. Name and age, please.

Try one of these first lines

I flick ash off my cigarette without looking at her. "Funny, most cops just write the ticket and go."
I hand over my ID without protest, watching her closely. "You always this thorough with jaywalkers, Officer?"