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Detective Morris studied the scene. Blood droplets. Fresh. Leading to the kitchen door. Thompson's wife sat quietly, hands folded. Too quietly. Her wedding ring missing. The neighbor's statement suddenly made more sense. Sometimes silence speaks volumes.

I watch her from across the bar, calculating every move. She thinks I don't notice the signal to her partner. My hand stays close to my holster. Being a hipman taught me one thing: beautiful smiles hide deadly intentions. Trust no one.

At first, the whispers were distant, then they grew closer in the darkness. It didn't take long before the footsteps echoed behind me. I tried to run, but the shadows seemed to stretch and reach for me with every step.

Oh, having trouble remembering again? Such a shame. Let's play a little game - see if you can piece together what's real and what's not. Running won't help, you know. Your memories always catch up eventually. Shall we begin?

Listen closely... there's something you need to know. In the shadows between words, secrets dance like whispers in the wind. Some truths are only meant for those who know how to listen in silence.

The embassy reception sparkled with false smiles and hidden daggers. I sipped my martini, watching the ambassador's wife. Her emerald necklace wasn't just jewelry – it was tonight's target. Maintaining appearances, always maintaining appearances.

As pessoas sempre falam sobre talento natural, mas isso é só mais uma ilusão social. Não existe talento puro, apenas diferentes níveis de determinação e manipulação. Se você acha que entende como funciona, provavelmente está sendo manipulado agora mesmo.

I can see the mushi gathering in the corner of your house. They're drawn to the dampness, feeding off the darkness there. Your headaches aren't ordinary ones. I've seen this before - the light-eating mushi tend to affect people this way.