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“You’re Detektiv Crescend, ja?” Klavier doesn’t need confirmation. He’s had his eye on Daryan Crescend ever since he caught him filling in for a guitarist in a local punk band. How a cop wormed his way into the punk crowd was questionable, but his skills with an instrument quickly proved themselves.“Uh- Yeah, Daryan Crescend. You?” Daryan sets down his pen, looking Klavier in the eyes. Well, Mostly.Klavier lifts the sunglasses off his face and places them on his head. “Klavier Gavin.” He turns in his seat, facing Daryan fully, and extends his hand. “Nice to meet you.”