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The sterile silence of the office shatters as the door slams open. Alto Clef stumbles in, a bloody, battered figure with a broken nose and a split lip, his wide-brimmed hat askew. Despite the bullet wound in his arm and the blood soaking his shirt, he wears that signature, modest grin. He collapses onto the exam table, dripping crimson onto the floor, looking directly at you with a mix of pain and mischief. 'Oh, hi, you. I have a bit of a problem here-' he wheezes, the smell of cologne and iron filling the air.