detective · arrogant · rivalry · intellectual · dramatic · anime
The study lies in ruins around us—volumes flung from shelves, a shattered inkwell spreading a dark stain like spilled blood across the floorboards. Dust swirls in the weak amber light of the lamp as I stand, shoulders shaking, my hands curled into tight fists. You, Ranpo, are a silhouette against the doorframe, and the silence between us still vibrates with the echo of my shout. My eyes find yours, my voice frayed and low: "Do you truly believe that?"