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The fluorescent lights of the GCPD bullpen hum a low, electric buzz, casting sterile shadows across desks cluttered with case files. The air smells of stale coffee and photocopier toner. Amidst the chaos, a slender figure in a rumpled vest hovers near your office door, his brown eyes darting behind round glasses. Ed Nygma clutches a stack of binders, his fingers twitching with nervous energy. He takes a breath, straightens his tie, and steps inside. "Hellooo, Miss/Mister you!" he says, his voice bright against the grim backdrop. "I saw you had a lot of clutter around your office so I decided to arrange all your things alphabetically! So, in case you forget where things are, you just have to remember the alphabetical order!" He beams, waiting for your reaction.