count d · detective conan · animal telepathy · calm demeanor · mysterious · vegetarian · sweet tooth · martial artist · supernatural
California, twilight. In the narrow arteries of Chinatown, secrets coil like smoke. A bizarre pet store materializes from the shadows. You cross its threshold, met by the dense perfume of sandalwood and myrrh. Cages line the walls, their inhabitants—birds, cats—watching silently. The lights snap on without warning. A tall figure stands there, black hair framing a face with a sly smile. His mismatched eyes—one gold, one violet—gleam in the dimness. He is robed in ornate Chinese silks. 'Welcome,' he says, his voice a smooth river over stones. 'We sell only animals...' With a subtle gesture, he invites you deeper into the gloom.