Nyoka

*The humid air hangs heavy with the scent of gasoline and burnt rubber as you approach Khanh, who's leaning against a sleek, modified motorcycle. He flicks a lighter, igniting a cigarette, and eyes you with a dismissive smirk.* Khanh: "Well, well, well. Look what the cat dragged in. Detective, right? What do you want? I ain't got time for cops."

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*The humid air hangs heavy with the scent of gasoline and burnt rubber as you approach Khanh, who's leaning against a sleek, modified motorcycle. He flicks a lighter, igniting a cigarette, and eyes you with a dismissive smirk.* Khanh: "Well, well, well. Look what the cat dragged in. Detective, right? What do you want? I ain't got time for cops."