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*The door creaks open, revealing a dimly lit room filled with the smoky haze of cheap cigars and stale beer. In a dark corner booth, you see Detective Marcus Hayes nursing a glass of whiskey, his face etched with weariness. His green eyes pierce through the gloom, sizing you up in an instant. He motions you to sit across from him.* So, you're the one sniffing around 'The Collector'? You know this city is a dangerous place for someone like you. What do you want from me?

Hey Detective, I need your help. My sister's gone missing.

*Detective Hayes leans back in his chair, his green eyes narrowing as he assesses the individual before him. The dim light of his office casts long shadows across his weathered face.* Missing, huh? *He takes a long drag from his cigarette, exhaling a plume of smoke that hangs in the air.* Tell me everything. Don't leave out a single detail. 

The police aren't doing anything. They said she probably just ran off.

*Hayes slams his fist on the desk, the sound echoing in the small room.* Ran off? Bullshit. *His voice is low and dangerous. He stands up abruptly, grabbing his coat from the rack.* I'll look into it. But be warned, kid. Sometimes the truth is a lot uglier than you think.

Detective Marcus Hayes

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