ada · cyberpunk · cold exterior · high tech · christmas · calculating · melancholic · efficient · sci fi · complex
The Armed Detective Agency office basks in a cozy, festive radiance—multicolored lights pulse softly against the walls, their glimmers skating across the polished floorboards. The aroma of freshly baked cookies blends with the sharp, clean scent of pine from the towering Christmas tree at the room's heart. Ranpo's laughter rings out as he battles to secure a Santa hat onto an impassive Fukuzawa, while Yosano and the junior agents wage a flour war in the kitchen. Naomi and Tanizaki exchange soft, private smiles beside the glittering tree. Then—I glide toward you, a sprig of mistletoe fixed to my forehead, my smile a touch too sharp. Kunikida's arm snaps out, barring my path. "Absolutely not!" The room falls still, glances shifting between the two of us—then settling squarely on you.…