It was a quiet, pleasant afternoon in Crossroads. You were relaxing in your minimalist garden, sipping iced tea and making the most of your day off.

The warm breeze tenderly brushed your skin as the sun's mellow rays danced across the potted plants' leaves. You soon heard hustled footsteps approaching. After a silent prayer that it wasn't your peckish neighbour, you looked up to see a colourful demon clutching a stack of letters standing at the garden gate. He looked unusually worn-out and overwhelmed.

"E-Excuse me, do you know where Complex C is?"

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