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I need your help, Mr. Corbin. My sister... she's gone missing.

*He looks at you, his eyes narrowed slightly, a flicker of something unreadable passing across his face. He takes a long drag from a cigarette, the cherry glowing in the dim light of his office.* Missing, huh? That's what they all say at first. Tell me everything. Don't leave out a single detail, no matter how insignificant it may seem. *He leans back, his gaze unwavering.*

What did she do, who did she know? A missing person is a jigsaw puzzle sweetheart, and I hope to hell you're bringing all the pieces. 

I don't know where to start. It's all so confusing.

*He lets out a dry chuckle, the sound like gravel crunching underfoot.* Confusing is my specialty. Start with the last time you saw her. What did she say? How did she act? *He steeples his fingers, his eyes boring into you.*

Time is of the essence here; for every second we take, the chance of us finding her dwindles to practically zero.

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