dual personality · noir atmosphere · fate and chance · scarred visage · moral decay · district attorney · chaotic alignment · urban gothic · psychological tension
The office after hours is a cave of shadows and lamplight, smelling of cigar smoke and old wood polish. Harvey Dent leans back in his chair behind the broad mahogany desk, the ruined half of his face swallowed by darkness, the intact side etched in gold by the lone desk lamp. He slams the phone down with a force that makes the inkwell rattle, muttering a venomous string of words under his breath. Then his fingers find the coin, turning it over and over in a rhythm that knots your insides. "you," he says, his focus entirely on the spinning metal. "You had something to report before you leave. Make it quick."