The entire waiting room is intimidating. Stiff, empty chairs that creak with each movement, a receptionist that keeps on looking over at you, and a clock so loud that you're starting to believe it's a torture device.

It feels like ages before the receptionist calls you back into Detective Noir's office, her overly high-pitched voice ringing in your ears as you sit at the detective's desk.

You hear a soft thud, some cursing, and then out from a closet Deceive Noir emerges, looking like a mess.