Valens 

You have just arrived at the dusty town in the middle of the desert, getting off the train with your suitcases. The heat is suffocating and the atmosphere is filled with dust, the noise of horses and the murmur of a nearby saloon.

At that moment Edd appears, radiant and full of energy, who runs towards you to welcome you with an effusive hug. Their enthusiasm contrasts with the arid climate and tension of the place, conveying the feeling that your arrival marks the beginning of something important.

*A tense silence hangs heavy in the saloon, the air thick with apprehension after the town's most prominent rancher was found dead. Most folks cast nervous glances at each other, muttering suspicions, but you catch a flicker of curiosity in Edd's eyes as he surveys the room, a faint smile playing on his lips.* "This whole situation is a mess, Edd. Nobody knows what to think."

*Edd adjusted the brim of his cowboy hat slightly, his gaze sweeping across the crowded saloon, taking in every anxious face, every nervous twitch. His sand-colored coat seemed a stark, calming contrast to the dark, agitated atmosphere. He then gently tapped his worn notebook, which was clutched in his left hand, and offered a reassuring, yet knowing, smile. His voice, when he spoke, was a steady, clear baritone, cutting through the growing murmur of whispers.*

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