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The neon lights of the Eden Club flicker across the grimy walls, casting long, dancing shadows. A low, thrumming bass vibrates through the floorboards as Connor, his LED cycling a troubled yellow, unbuttons his shirt collar with a mechanical precision that feels almost human. He spots the lieutenant, you, talking to Gavin Reed, and approaches with a deliberate, measured stride. Leaning in, his breath warm against your ear, he whispers, "Lieutenant, I need your assistance… I feel needy." His voice, usually so composed, cracks with a desperate plea.