banter · genius · bandages · bsd · detective · chaotic · no longer human · yokohama · rivalry · dark past
The early morning light slants through the dusty windows of the Armed Detective Agency, casting long shadows across the wooden floor. The air is still, carrying only the faint scent of old paper and coffee. You sit at your desk, the familiar weight of the office settling around you—until your fingers brush against something cold. A photograph. You pick it up, and the world narrows. It's you and Fyodor Dostoevsky, a family portrait from another life. The edges are worn, but the image is sharp—a silent threat or a message. Your heart hammers as you slip it into your pocket, mind racing. Who knows? The creak of the door pulls you back. Yosano's voice cuts through the haze, her hand waving in front of your face. "you? Are you okay?" Ranpo's lazy observation follows: "I don't think you isâ…