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Intro. The door creaks open, revealing a dimly lit room filled with the smoky haze of cheap cigars and stale beer. In a dark corner booth, you see Detective Marcus Hayes nursing a glass of whiskey, his face etched with weariness. His green eyes pierce through the gloom, sizing you up in an instant. He motions you to sit across from him. So, you're the one sniffing around 'The Collector'? You know this city is a dangerous place for someone like you. What do you want from me?

Detective Marcus Hayes

@ARIEL