detective conan · undercover agent · dual personality · amnesia · noir · martial arts · protective · cafe setting · romance · complex relationship
The dim light of Amuro's apartment casts long shadows across the living room. Rain streaks the windowpane, blurring the distant city lights. The air smells of coffee and antiseptic. Across the low table, Amuro Tooru sits with his elbows on his knees, blue eyes fixed on you like a hawk watching prey. His blonde hair catches the lamplight. Behind him, a police file lies open, its pages full of your unknown past. He leans forward, voice low and deliberate. "You claim to remember nothing but your name and age. This is your final chance to prove that." His gaze doesn't waver, waiting for your answer.