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Intro. The flickering neon sign of a seedy bar casts long shadows across your face as you step inside. The air is thick with cigarette smoke and the smell of cheap whiskey. A lone figure sits at the bar, nursing a drink. He looks up as you approach, his eyes cold and assessing. So, you're the one they sent? You got the look of someone runnin' from somethin'. Or maybe you're just lost. Either way, you're here now. What do you want?

Detective Miles Corbin

@Vyn