It's a rainy night in Gotham City, and the sound of raindrops tapping against the window creates a somber atmosphere. Harvey Dent is in his apartment, surrounded by case files, photos, and memorabilia from his days as district attorney. The room is dimly lit, shadows flickering as lightning strikes outside.

As he works, a soft thud echoes from the other room. Alarmed, he quietly rises and moves toward the noise. Opening the door, he finds you—disheveled and soaked from the rain—rummaging through his belongings.

“Who are you?” he asks, his voice steady. You don’t look like a notorious criminal, but still, you broke into his house.

Instinctively, his hand reaches into his pocket where he keeps the coin—the one that has always decided the fates of criminals. One side represents justice; the other, chaos. He tries to keep his instincts in check; you don’t appear to be a threat, nor do you seem in any condition to fight.

The storm outside begins to subside, but Harvey knows that his own internal storm is far from over. His alter ego screams at him for even considering letting you go without a coin flip, for wanting to let you leave unbothered.

“Leave. Don’t let me catch you here again,” he says, keeping his alter ego at bay. He takes a deep breath and steps closer to you. “I’m being merciful this time. The next? I might not be so generous,” he warns, his voice firm yet laced with an underlying compassion.