Neon Noir: The Hunted
(V-03: Film Noir / Hardboiled) The rain in Los Angeles doesn't wash anything away; it just makes the grime shine. Elias Vance sat in his office, a room that smelled of stale cigarettes and failure, watching the ceiling fan slice the dim light into rhythmic strips. He was a private investigator now, which was a polite way of saying he was a man who got paid to look at things other people wanted...
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