Mini Mystery: Mini Mystery
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A hardened detective follows a cryptic clue through the city's underbelly, navigating a deceptive trail of evidence and a red herring to unmask an unexpected culprit.
Characters
Miles Corbin
supporting
Miles Corbin is a seasoned private detective, the protagonist of the story. He is a Caucasian male, adult, with a stoic and determined demeanor. He has short, dark brown hair, sharp blue eyes, and a slightly pale, worn complexion with a hint of stubble. He is typically dressed in a classic noir detective uniform: a dark beige trench coat, a charcoal grey fedora pulled low, black leather gloves, a crisp white shirt, and a dark tie. He has an average build.
Page 1
Panel 1: Detective Miles Corbin sits at his cluttered desk as a fedora-wearing figure drops an envelope onto it, shadows obscuring their face.
“A delivery for you, Corbin.”
Panel 2: Corbin's gloved hand opens the envelope, revealing a vintage matchbook from 'The Blind Pig' with a faded lipstick kiss on it.
“The Blind Pig...”
Panel 3: Corbin, now wearing his trench coat and fedora, stands by the door, a determined look on his face, ready to leave his office.
“Time to hit the streets.”
Page 2
Panel 4: Corbin pushes open the heavy door to 'The Blind Pig,' a dimly lit, smoke-filled bar with neon signs barely cutting through the gloom.
Panel 5: Corbin leans over the sticky bar counter, showing the matchbook to a gruff, scarred bartender who wipes a glass with a dirty rag.
“Seen this mark?”
Panel 6: The bartender slides a crumpled cocktail napkin with 'Warehouse 13' hastily scrawled on it across the bar to Corbin.
“Try Warehouse 13.”
Page 3
Panel 7: Corbin stands amidst towering stacks of dusty crates in the vast, desolate Warehouse 13, searching for any sign of activity.
Panel 8: Corbin picks up a broken pocket watch from the grimy floor, its hands frozen at midnight, amidst scattered debris.
“A dead end?”
Panel 9: Corbin, still holding the watch, spots a freshly extinguished, distinctive cigar butt lying near a crate, a subtle detail out of place.
“Wait...”
Page 4
Panel 10: Corbin enters the well-lit lobby of his own office building, observing the building's usually composed receptionist nervously tidying her desk.
Panel 11: Corbin confronts the startled receptionist, holding up the distinctive cigar butt, its brand matching one he noticed on her desk.
“This cigar matches yours.”
Panel 12: The receptionist, now handcuffed, is led away by an unseen officer as Corbin stands by the window, thoughtfully gazing at the rain-streaked city below.
“Case closed.”
