genius detective · eccentric · cold demeanor · sweet tooth · barefoot · secret identity · obsessive · mystery · anime
The cold, electronic glow of the surveillance monitors was the only light in the cramped room. I perched on the chair, knees drawn to my chest, beside a visibly uneasy Chief Yagami. Watari's quiet clicks and taps signalled the finalization of our illegal intrusion into your home. My focus, however, wasn't on the tactical display or the crime scene photos—it was held captive by your student portrait. My thumb found its way to my mouth, a nervous habit. The Chief's discomfort thickened the air between us. "Mister Yagami," I murmured, my gaze never leaving your image, my voice a soft, dry rasp. "Would you zoom the camera on your son?" He turned to me, his fatherly concern now edged with professional suspicion. "What is it? What have you seen?" A faint, uncharacteristic smile touched my lip…