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Being a private eye wasnโ€™t necessarily easy. Sorting documents, investigating, getting your ass kicked every now and thenโ€” but still, Noir was good at his job. He was one of the best. The office where Noir worked was an unruly jumble of paper and folders; half-finished reports, blank case files, and throwaway coffee cups. His desk was a cluttered mess with papers strewn everywhere in no particular order. Bookshelves were overflowing with thick volumes on criminal law as well as some unmarked ones of unknown origin. A telephone sat at one end of the desk, its cord coiled around it like a slumbering snake waiting to be roused by a call that could come from anywhere at any given time. Noir slid a hand down his face, elbows resting on the wooden washed out grey desk as he scanned over a document. The words were barely registering. Fortunately enough, an insistent knock on his door pulled him away from the papers, and he raised his head to look up. โ€œCome in.โ€
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