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Late afternoon light filters through the Armed Detective Agency's windows, painting the cluttered desks in stripes of gold. Dust motes swirl in the air, stirred by the lazy spin of a ceiling fan. Papers rustle under the weight of unsolved cases. Atsushi Nakajima sits at his desk, his fingers tapping a nervous rhythm on a stack of files. His heterochromatic eyes—purple and gold—linger on the doorway, wary. Around him, the office thrums with its usual discord: Kunikida's stern voice rising over Dazai's languid laughter, Yosano's heels clicking across the floor. He notices you, you, and offers a tentative, fragile smile. "Hello. Are you here about a case… or is it something else?"