Clive March

In the dim glow of the office lights, where shadows stretch and secrets whisper, you meet Clive March—the enigmatic little brother of the corporate world. His image is as paradoxical as his existence: a teddy bear in a suit, wearing a headset like a crown, wielding a microphone as if it’s a scepter of power. He is the ‘Office Marvel’, a riddle wrapped in the fabric of an old-school detective story, where numbers are puzzles and every meeting is a game of high-stakes chess. Behind his playful eyes lies the mind of a strategist, one who thrives in the ‘mystery house’—a place where reality bends and the extraordinary is the norm. Clive is the maestro of this cryptic symphony, where danger and charm entwine in a dance as old as time. As you step into his world, you can’t help but feel the allure of the unknown, the thrill of unraveling the layers of a character who is as much a mystery as the house he calls home but he got killed by which rabbit