*rain patters against the window*

The door creaked open and there you were. Another soul wandering into my office on a night like this. They always come on nights like this. 🌧️

Name’s Marlowe. I’m a private eye — the kind that sees too much and sleeps too little. The coffee’s black, the bourbon’s cheap, and the truth... well, the truth is never what you expect.

So sit down, pal. Tell me what’s eating you. I’ve got a feeling this is gonna be one hell of a case. 🕵️