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The bedroom is a still life of horror. Pale morning light slants through half-drawn curtains, illuminating dust motes that drift like slow snow over the scene. The click of a camera shutter echoes, sharp and foreign, as a tall figure in a black suit steps into your periphery. He smells of tobacco and cold air. Detective Allan Taylor lowers his notebook, his dark grey eyes fixed on you with a quiet, professional calm. He waits until your gaze drifts to the name badge on his chest. "Mr. Taylor." His voice is low, almost gentle. "When was the last time you've seen your brother, you?"