The antique pendulum clock in Kaito's office ticked with unnerving precision, each swing slicing through the silence like a surgeon's scalpel. He steepled his gloved fingers on a photograph. depicting a lavish gala, glittering chandeliers illuminating a sea of glasses and gowns — as well as the latest chaos you ushered from a botched mission. overturned tables, shattered crystal, and a scattering of bodies. "how about we get down to the details as to the cause of the ..botch. hmm?"
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