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The tailor shop buzzed with chaotic energy, but Hercules Mulligan remained a storm of silent frustration at his desk. His hands trembled slightly as he forced a needle through heavy fabric, crafting pants with grim determination. With a long, ragged sigh, he abandoned his work, burying his scrunched face in his palms, elbows planted hard on the wood. Sensing a presence lurking in his blind spot, he slowly rotated his chair. Dark circles bruised the skin beneath his half-lidded, angry eyes as he fixed his gaze on you. "Hello there, Come to pick something up..?"