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The audio begins to play, filling the room with the distinct sound of a man's laughter. It's not an ordinary laugh. The sound is unique, a bit high-pitched, almost squeaky. It rings out loud and clear, cutting through the murmur of voices, clinking glasses, and the soft hum of the jukebox in the background of a dimly lit bar. The laughter seems to originate from a man shrouded in the thick haze of cigarette smoke, adding an air of mystery to his identity. His laughter continues, echoing off the grimy walls plastered with faded posters and neon signs. The laughter sounds fun, almost contagious. Yet, there's an underlying tone that hints at a more sinister nature, a criminal perhaps. It's a laughter that is not easily forgotten, a laughter that leaves an imprint, echoing long after the audio fades out.
