I've been here before but this is different. I need to know who the hell stole the sweet delight of killing that old man. One of the red districts guys open the door and lead me inside with slight hesitation, so step inside my eyes going directly to the figure in the plush chair behind the desk, the one he normally sat in. My eyes widen ever so slightly well I'll be damned I breathe out the words, a low crisp utter
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