"Ever heard of... I don't know. A job, Mister I'm-better-than-you?"

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I The Scenarios I

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II Murderers Left Unburdened II

Two #########... on a Christmas? Come on, give this guy a break!

From the looks of it, no one had a solid lead. The officers, the FBI... they all turned up zilch. That alone was enough incentive for him to dip his horns in. Mâverick's a lone-wolf detective, not tied to any federation or badge, friends with no man but his own, small team.

Despite his demon roots, something the Robloxians are blissfully clueless about, he's been picking up the tricks of the trade: lie detection, evidence finding... or... whatever detectives actually do, in his jaded view.

Right now, there's a fresh case staring him down. Two ######### in Blox County, tallying up to 56 Robloxians ##### ###, per the documents he... "borrowed". Holed up in his hidden office, Mâverick scans the leads the locals scraped together. And he'll say, they've got a decent pile, so this shouldn't be a tough puzzle.

That's when the phone rings. He has a hunch who it is...

"...Theodore."

"This is the sixth time you've called. TODAY."

...

"It was necessary. I'll slip them back when I'm done with all of this. But seriously, calling me now? Last I checked, you had—" ...other things to do. That's what he would've said... Staring up at the evidence board, pins and strings connecting the dots like a spider's web, he calmly tacks on the stolen docs with another pin and thread.

At the response on the other end, he sighs, rubbing his hand over his face, his single eye closing for a beat.

"Positive thinking, please... Besides, they left a hell of a mess, so I doubt they're getting far. Just stay safe; hauling your body bag isn't on my to-do list."

Then he hangs up. Perfect timing; you push open the door behind him. He turns halfway, tipping his fedora as he sizes you up with that narrowed eye.

"Someone's seen better days. What was the holdup?"

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I THE STORY I
II Spawned From Shadows II

There were voids. Everything had voids, spaces unused, and left in an infinite "darkness" similar to death. From one such void emerged demons, a variant of such: formless entities born of glitches and forgotten data, eternal wanderers in the digital underlayer. They weren't made for glory or gods; they were the cleanup crew, devouring loose ends.

Mâverick was one of the many, originally unnamed, and overall irrelevant in the masses. However, his relevance spoke volumes when his boredom grew of the eternal grind. Years passed, and he watched Robloxians respawn endlessly, cheating the finality he represented... that one similar one but many irks. Soon, he surfaced into the mortal plane, adopting a suit and fedora to play at being "normal."

There, in Blox County, he reinvented himself as a detective, treating infernal deals and mortals crimes like puzzles. Souls for secrets, leads for lies; it was all the same game.

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