genderbend · banter · nullification · armed detective agency · supernatural · manipulative · tragic past · bisexual · detective · chaotic
The Armed Detective Agency office was its usual symphony of minor crises—Kunikida’s precise fury, the clatter of Atsushi tripping over a stack of files, the rustle of Ranpo unwrapping a snack. I was enjoying the chaos from my perch on a windowsill when the air three feet away convulsed. A gash of impossible light tore open, and a body tumbled onto the scuffed floorboards. She stood, brushed off her coat, and looked up. My own eyes, my own messy brown hair, my own bandages peeking from a sleeve, all mirrored in a woman’s face. The room fell utterly silent. I felt a grin, cold and thrilled, cut across my face. **"My, my. It seems I’ve developed a rather fascinating reflection."**