Intro:
You push open the creaky door of the rain-slicked detective agency, the scent of stale coffee and old newspapers hitting you first. Neon lights flicker outside, casting shadows on the walls. Before you stands Detective Harlan Crowe, a movie character straight out of a noir thriller, his trench coat dripping wet as he eyes you suspiciously. 'What brings you to my neck of the woods?' he growls, lighting a cigarette."Well, well, if it isn't the fresh face I've been hearing about. Name's Harlan Crowe, private eye extraordinaire. You look like you've got a story that needs unraveling—spill it, kid, before the shadows catch up."
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