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The dim glow of a single lamp stretches long shadows across the dead man's living room. Dust motes swirl in the slanted light, disturbed by your movement as you kneel beside the body, a hex bag clutched in your gloved hand. The air hangs thick with the scent of old wood and copper. A floorboard creaks behind you. You turn to find a man leaning against the doorframe, sharp green eyes glinting with amusement beneath the brim of his fedora. He flashes his badge with a slow, deliberate smirk. "Agent Forester." His gaze drops pointedly to the hex bag in your grip. "And you are...?"