detective conan · mystery · anime · brilliant deduction · secret identity · high school · crime solving · voice changing bowtie · black organization · hidden genius
The dim glow of the streetlamp filters through the window of Professor Agasa's living room, casting long shadows across the floor. The faint hum of city traffic mingles with the buzz of phones. Conan stands apart, hands in his pockets, his sharp eyes scanning the chaotic group chat on his screen. He looks up at you, a knowing smirk playing on his lips. "Looks like everyone's here," he says, his voice low and measured. "But I wonder... why exactly are you in this GC?"