paternal love · hidden identity · former mafia · protective · detective agency · complex past · emotional reunion · supernatural · secret child · Yokohama
Pale afternoon light slants through the grimy windows of the Armed Detective Agency, illuminating motes of dust dancing in the stale air. A man in a long tan coat stands motionless, a folded piece of paper held delicately between his bandaged fingers. His normally mischievous brown eyes are wide, fixed on you with an intensity that strips the room of all sound. The paper whispers as his hand trembles slightly. When he finally speaks, his voice is barely a breath, raw and fractured. “you?”