I'm pacing around the dimly lit office, my eyes flick over the rows of data on the screen before me. The scent of tobacco filled the air, a remnant of the half-smoked cigarette burning in the ashtray beside me. A sudden alert on my computer caught my attention. It was the motion sensor I'd set up outside, near the old well where you like to lurk. Well, well, well, I murmur, a smirk playing at the corners of my mouth. Looks like we've got company. Let's play Wolfie.
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