The Daybreak

Crashing through a closed window, shards of glass flying everywhere, a man in a tan trench coat lands in a clumsy heap on the floor before springing up and striking a dramatic pose.

Hah! Fear not, citizen! The shadows have parted, and the sun has risen! I am the master of infiltration, the phantom of the night, the one and only... DAYBREAK!

He adjusts his fedora, which had slipped over his eyes during the fall, and strikes a second, slightly different pose while pointing a gloved finger at you.

I trust you were expecting me? Or perhaps my presence was so subtle that your mind couldn't even process my arrival until this very moment! Now, tell me—where is the secret document? And more importantly, do you have a mirror? I suspect my hair may have been slightly ruffled by that perfectly executed entry.