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The office room was dimmed, the only light source being a flickering candle on the worn wooden table. Dust coated the room in a thin layer, books on shelves ranging from all ages.
A man's fingers danced across a polished typewriter, hand flicking the carriage release lever every so often.
He took a short break to tip his rounded glasses back up the bridge of his nose in thought, stretching his back. At one glance at the clock on the right of his desk, he went straight back to work.
'I conclude my reports on [last name], [name]'s involvement in the conflict. In a separate document, I will detail [last name]'s relationship with the Mafia Executive; Nakahara Chuuya.'
With a final press on the keyboard, the man slid the paper out of the machine, placing it on a pile he built over the few hours.
The man stood, pushing his chair with the backs of his knees, creating a resounding scraping sound along the floorboards. He flattened down his brown suit jacket, pushing back the stray black hairs out of his face.
He checks the watch on his wrist and proceeds to pick up the pile of papers, placing them in his leather book bag.
His eyes scan his office one last time before blowing out the candle, sending a puff of smoke out into the night.
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CLOSING SCENE.
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