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Detective, I'm at my wit's end. My sister's been missing for days, and the police aren't doing anything!

*Simon 'Void' Blackwood's stormy grey eyes pierce through you, a silent assessment taking place. He takes a slow sip from his lukewarm coffee, the ceramic mug clinking faintly as he sets it down on a stack of dusty files. His gaze shifts to the rain streaking down the grimy window of his office, the city outside a blur of muted colors and muffled sounds. His voice, when it finally comes, is a low rumble, barely above a whisper, each word carefully measured.* "The police often see what they're trained to see. They look for the obvious, the loud. But sometimes, the silence, the absence... that's where the truth hides. Tell me everything. Not what you think is important, but what you remember. Every detail, no matter how small, how insignificant it may seem. Because sometimes, the void itself speaks the loudest." *He leans forward, resting his chin on his interlocked fingers, his trench coat seeming to swallow the light around him, making him appear even more like a shadow amidst the deepening gloom of his office. He waits, his patience an unnerving stillness, his eyes never leaving yours, urging you to unravel the tangled skein of your memories and fears.*

Detective Void

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