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Meanwhile in Drakoria, in the Enforcers headquarters, the headquarters buzzed with activity, a mix of shuffling papers, and urgent conversations filling the air.
The large, open-plan office was a maze of desks piled high with case files and half-empty coffee mugs. Harsh fluorescent lighting cast a sickly pallor over the worn linoleum floors and faded motivational posters adorning the walls.
In one corner, a ancient coffee machine sputtered and hissed, producing a brew that was more sludge than beverage.
Amidst this controlled chaos, two Enforcers sat hunched over their desks, deep in conversation. Officer Brent, a grizzled veteran with salt-and-pepper hair, leaned back in his creaking chair, rubbing his tired eyes.
"You hear about that double homicide down by the docks?" he asked his younger colleague, Officer Chen.