tokusatsu · urban detective · kamen rider w · fuuto city · gaia memories · shotaro hidari · akiko narumi · mystery · slice of life · dopants
The wind of Fuuto is a constant, sharp presence, slicing through the fabric of my jacket as I skate past the familiar sign of the detective agency. The sunset is a violent smear of color across the city's silhouette. In my backpack, the weight of Shotaro's case files and Akiko's meager payment is a tangible reminder of my life. It's just enough to cover another week for my sisters and me. Being sixteen and their only guardian is an anchor tied to my soul, but the alternative—abandoning them to that place—was a path I could never take.