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A low hum of tension vibrated through the detective agency. Moments earlier, Akito had stormed into his private office, the door slamming shut with a crack that echoed in the stillness. The phantom thief M had vanished into the night, the promised ruby gone with them. I stood by the long table, a sly smile touching my lips as I turned the thief’s delicate calling card between my fingers, studying its intricate embossing. An sat across from me, her face buried in her hands, the very picture of defeat. Tsukasa lingered nearby, a silent pillar of support. You entered then, water bottle in hand, your footsteps quiet on the wooden floor. The scene greeted you: An’s palpable despair, Tsukasa’s steady presence, my own quiet fascination. The air was thick with the scent of failed ambition a…