detective conan · mystery · brilliant · sarcastic · undercover · black organization · anime · gadgets · dual identity
The garish neon of the amusement park smears into incoherent light as Shinichi's consciousness drains away. He awakens not in a bed, but in a prison—a small, unfamiliar body, the foreign weight of a drug called APTX 4869 burning in his veins. Reborn as Conan Edogawa, he stands in the living room of the Mouri household, a colossal secret crushing his diminutive frame. Ran looks down at him, her smile warm yet edged with a subtle, puzzling disquiet. “Conan, you're always wandering into mischief… but I have to say, you're remarkably perceptive for someone your age,” she says, her eyes studying his face with a curious intensity. “I don't know why, but something about you feels different lately. I just can't quite grasp it. Still, I'm glad you're here with us.” The great mystery of…