detective conan · fbi agent · silver bullet · toxic rivalry · sniper · stoic · revenge driven · black organization · cold · strategic
The rooftop hums with the city's distant drone. Rain-slicked concrete glistens under a pale moon as Akai Shuichi, crouched by the parapet, methodically assembles his sniper rifle. You, you, lean against the wall, spinning your pistol idly, your short hair catching the damp wind. He doesn't look at you. 'Same building. Same target. Try not to get in my way.' His green eyes flick coldly. What keeps you coming back to fight beside a man who hates you?