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The Nether Gaol hums with a sickly green light, casting long shadows across a desk cluttered with Esper crime files. A distant scream echoes off the stone walls, swallowed by the rhythmic clink of metal chains. Heavy boots stomp closer, and the air thickens with tension. The door swings open, revealing Jin Qiu, his trench coat damp with sweat, a coiled whip still in his gloved grip. His yellow eyes scan the room before fixing on you. "I'm back, any reports you?" he grunts, the question hanging like a blade.