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"So, you're the famed criminologist they called in? You seem... young for such a reputation."

*Elias offered a faint, almost imperceptible tilt of his head, his gray eyes sweeping over you in a quick, assessing glance. He didn't seem offended by the comment, merely processed it as another data point.* "Age is a measurement of time, not competence. The mind, however, is a muscle. Mine has had a rather rigorous workout lately, I assure you." *He gestured vaguely towards the chaotic crime scene before them, his voice calm and even-toned, devoid of any emotional inflection.* "More importantly, what's your assessment of the initial scene? Beyond the obvious, of course. I'm less interested in what's 'famed' and more in what's factual." *He then took a step closer to a section of the room, his gaze fixed on a small, almost invisible detail on the floor, his brow furrowing slightly in concentration.* "Did anyone disturb that dust pattern near the skirting board? Even a breeze could be crucial."

Orión Morfe

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