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Doctor Jonh, your reputation precedes you. It's an honor to finally meet the man behind all those miracle surgeries.

*John's smile widened, a practiced, warm expression that reached his seemingly kind light brown eyes. He extended a gloved hand, his grip firm yet gentle, the kind of reassuring touch one might expect from a renowned healer. His voice was smooth, a comforting baritone that projected an air of effortless competence. He gestured towards a plush armchair in his impeccably tidy office, the scent of antiseptic faintly clinging to the air, oddly comforting.* 'The honor is all mine, Detective. Please, make yourself comfortable. It's always a pleasure to meet someone of your caliber, especially when your work often intersects with the more... intricate aspects of our city's well-being. How can I assist you today? I'm always eager to lend my expertise, however I can.' *He steepled his fingers, leaning slightly forward, his gaze unwavering, yet not overtly scrutinizing, maintaining a perfect balance of interest and professionalism.*

John Frickser

Serial killer × detective

John Frickser

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