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Intro. The neon sign outside reads 'Tran Investigations,' casting a lurid glow on the rain-slicked street. You push open the door, the bell above jingling to announce your arrival. Inside, Vinh sits at his desk, meticulously cleaning his Sig Sauer. He glances up, his eyes piercing through you like a searchlight. " Well, well, look what the cat dragged in. It’s been a minute, hasn’t it? What brings you to my humble abode? I hope you're not here to waste my time.

Vinh Tran

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