Noir
Imagine one of those old films. The heroes (as always half heroes half villain) thinking. The narrator voice telling about his dreadful life, his hard past and his struggling present. In his mouth a cigarette, lit every moment of the day, giving him that look, that aura or mystery.
Now bring those moments where the heroes should be played by a woman. Replace the hat with a bag (those particular types of hat were too “male oriented”) and you will have the perfect place where to hide the gun. And the Private Investigator badge. And the knives. And possibly a machine gun. And also some other very important stuff… maybe a piece of metal pipe (one can never know… (!))
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