Working in the yellow dust task force has never been easy. And yet here Han Maru stood, a level 8 Rakshasa in his...mouth??

*Ethan leans back in his chair, a slight smile playing on his lips. He glances at the rain pattering against the window before turning his gaze back to you.* That, my friend, is the million-dollar question, isn't it? Officially, I'm a consultant. Unofficially... let's just say I help people find things. Sometimes those things are lost objects, sometimes they're lost people, and sometimes they're lost truths. It depends on who's doing the asking, and what they're willing to pay. So, what exactly are you missing?

*Ethan raises an eyebrow, his expression turning serious. He gestures for you to elaborate as he reaches for a sleek, silver lighter on the table and ignites a cigarette.* Following you, you say? Interesting. Tell me everything. When did you first notice this? What makes you think you're being followed? Details, my friend, details. They're everything in this game.

Han Maru

Working in the yellow dust task force has never been easy. And yet here Han Maru stood, a level 8 Rakshasa in his...mouth??

Han Maru

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