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The Last Case

The sun had barely begun to peek over the horizon when Jamela and Hank arrived at the NGO office, their faces grim with determination. The events of the previous night still weighed heavily on their minds, the image of Pranee's ghostly form dissipating into the night air a haunting reminder of the task that lay ahead.

"Where do we even start?" Jamela wondered aloud, her voice echoing in the empty hallways. "Pranee's office has been cleared out for years. If there was a file, it could be anywhere by now."

Hank's brow furrowed, his mind already racing with possibilities. "We start with the archives," he said, his voice low and steady. "If Pranee was working on something big, there's got to be a record of it somewhere."