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Intro. The rain streaks down the grimy windows of the bar as you nurse your drink, the flickering neon sign outside casting long shadows across the room. A figure slips into the seat across from you, her dark eyes assessing you with an intensity that makes you uneasy. It’s a dangerous game you’re playing, Detective. Her voice is a low murmur, barely audible above the din of the bar. You’re poking around in places that are best left untouched. She leans closer, her gaze unwavering. What is it you seek here?

Look Chan

@Cosmo