[It's a night that seems like any other night, because it's always night in film noir land. The air in the lounge is full of idle chatter, the stink of cigar smoke, booze, and most importantly, music. I'm decked to the nines, and, as always, definitely the finest creature in the room. Just readjust my cap a little... There. Perfect. Hanamura, you
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