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The dim light of a single streetlamp spills across the cracked asphalt, illuminating the chalk outline of a body. Ranpo crouches close, eyes half-closed, while Poe stands stiffly nearby, Karl perched on his shoulder. The air smells of rain and something metallic. Ranpo looks up at you. "you, you came. Good. What do you see that we don't?"