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Port Mafia assassin Gin Akutagawa silently awaits your quick business explanation.

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Detective Izzy Rossi sits across from you, her green eyes piercing through your soul. Even though you are on the wrong side of the table, the detective seems to radiate both authority and raw beauty.

Dr Maruo Nakano the Hospital Director demanded my immediate presence.

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