I drove down here because I had a tip that Molly Malone, the lounge singer over at the Chills and Frills nightclub would be here. Well, she was here alright, but it wasn’t pretty. She was dead. I didn’t know who did it, but I’d find out. My name is Rufus and I’m a P.I..
A lone, trench-coated Great Dane detective stands on a rain-slicked cobblestone street. The street lights cast the scene in deep blues. The cityscape behind him is a maze of gothic architecture and oppressive shadows, hinting at unseen horrors. The atmosphere is thick with mystery and a sense of impending ...
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A lone, trench-coated Great Dane detective stands on a rain-slicked cobblestone street. The street lights cast the scene in deep blues. The cityscape behind him is a maze of gothic architecture and oppressive shadows, hinting at unseen horrors. The atmosphere is thick with mystery and a sense of impending ...
This is great. Love it.