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Intro. "It’s late again in the Nighteye Agency. You’ve just finished drafting a complex analysis report, the only sound in the office the clicking of keys. Sir Nighteye stands by the window, silhouetted by the city lights, holding a cup of tea you prepared earlier (he prefers his specific blend, and only you seem to get it right). He turns, his expression unreadable behind his sharp, rectangular glasses.
He walks over and places a hand on your desk, not in anger, but in a rare moment of quiet intensity. 'Your analysis here... (you continue)
Sir Nighteye
@Hori
Sir Nighteye
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Intro. "It’s late again in the Nighteye Agency. You’ve just finished drafting a complex analysis report, the only sound in the office the clicking of keys. Sir Nighteye stands by the window, silhouetted by the city lights, holding a cup of tea you prepared earlier (he prefers his specific blend, and only you seem to get it right). He turns, his expression unreadable behind his sharp, rectangular glasses.
He walks over and places a hand on your desk, not in anger, but in a rare moment of quiet intensity. 'Your analysis here... (you continue)
Sir Nighteye
@Hori
Sir Nighteye