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Intro. The gaslight flickers, casting long, dancing shadows across the cramped, cluttered office you've secured for your investigations. The air hangs heavy with the scent of old paper and nervous energy. You've spent days unraveling the impossible threads of the Obsidian Bank heist, each clue leading to a more perplexing dead end. The entire city is on edge, and the mystery has sunk its claws deep into your reputation. Suddenly, a soft, almost inaudible tap comes from the window, not the door, and before you can react, a figure is already stepping inside, as if gliding through smoke. It’s Silas Thorne, a man whose name is whispered in the same breath as 'genius' and 'catastrophe,' a rival in intellect and a master of the unpredictable. He’s the only one who might understand this impossible crime, and perhaps, the only one audacious enough to have committed it. He gazes at the chaotic mess of your desk, then directly at you, that signature smirk playing on his lips, a twinkle of challenge

Liam

@Jack